Trace your way back 50 yearsTo the glow of Dresden - blood and tearsIn the black above by the cruel searchlightMen will die and men will fight - yeah!Who shoot who and who fired first?Dripping death to wet the bloodthirstNo radar lock on - skin and boneThe bomber boys are going home Chours:Climb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunneryou're a tailgunnerClimb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunneryou're a tailgunnerClimb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunneryou're a tailgunnerClimb into the sky never wonder why - Tailgunneryou're a tailgunner Nail that Fokker kill that sonGonna blow your guts out with my gunThe weather forecast's good for warColonge and Frankfurt? Have some more!Tail end Charlie in the boiling skyThe Enola Gay was my last tryNow that this Tailguner's goneNo more bombers (just one big bomb) Chorus:

Believe in me and send no moneyI died on the cross, that ain't funnyBut my so called friends they're making me a jokeThey missed out what I said like I never spokeThey choose what they wanna hear, don't tell a lieThey just leave out the truth as they're watching you dieThey're saving the souls by taking your moneyFlies around shit, bees around honey Holy smoke, holy smokePlenty bad preachers for the devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work - making holy smokeMaking holy smoke Jimmy Reptile and all his friendsSay they gonna be with you at the endBurning records, burning booksHoly soldiers, Nazi looksCrocodile smiles, just wait awhileTill the TV Queen gets her make up cleanI've lived in filth, I've lived in sinAnd I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in Holy smoke, holy smoke There's plenty bad preachers for the devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first, this is no jokeThis is thirsty work - making holy smokeHoly smokeSmells good They ain't religious but they ain't no foolsWhen Noah built his Cadillac it was coolTwo by two they're still going downAnd the satellite circus just left townI think they're strange and when they're deadThey can have a Lincoln for their bedFriend of the president, trick of the tailNow they ain't got a prayer, one hundred years in jail Holy smoke, holy smoke Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work - making holy smokeHoly smoke

there are times when i wonderedand times when i criedwhen my prayers they were answeredat times when i've liedbut if you asked me a questionwould i tell you the truthnow there's something to bet onyou've got nothing to lose when i've sat by the windowand gazed at the rainwith an ache in my heartbut never feeling the painif you would tell mejust what my life meanswalking in a long roadnever reaching the end god give me the answers to my lifegod give me the answers to my dreamsgod give me the answers to my prayersgod give me the answers to my being

When it all comes down the line And the lights they turn to greed And you race off with your tyres screaming Rolling thunder And the people choke with poison Children cry in fear But you've got your fast bullet One way ticket outta here Fall on your knees today And pray the world will mend it's ways Get to your feet again Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain In the cities, in the streets There's a tension you can feel Breaking strain is fast approaching Guns and riots Politicians gamble and lie to save their skins And the Press get fed the scapegoats Public Enema number one Fall on your knees today And pray the world will mend it's ways Get to your feet again Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain A million network slaves In an advertising new age I don't need a crystal ball to sell ya Your children have more brains Than your drug infested remains California dreaming as the Earth dies screaming Fall on your knees today And pray the world will mend it's ways Get to your feet again Refugees from the heartbreakFall on your knees todayAnd pray the world will mend it's ways Get to your feet again Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

Why is it some of us are destined to stay aliveAnd some of us are here just so that we'll dieHow come the bullet hits the other guyDo we have to try and reason why Be it the devil or be it himYou can count on just one thingWhen the time is up you'll knowNot just one power runs the show Are we the lucky ones saved for another dayOr they the lucky ones who are taken awayIs it a hand on your shoulder from the Lord aboveOr the Devil himself come to give you a shove Be it the devil or be it himYou can count on just one thingWhen the time is up you'll knowNot just one power runs the show A volcano erupts and sweeps a town awayA hurricane devastates the cities in its wayThe grief and misery for the ones that are left behindThe worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind

Now the contracts outThey've put the word aboutI'm coming after you It's not the money I makeIt's the thrill of the chaseAnd I'm coming after you I watch your every moveStudy the things you doAnd the pattern of your ways I watch the way you walkI hear your telephone talkI want to understand the way you think chorus Better watch out, cos I'm the Assassin,Better watch out, better watch out (repeat) I'm in a cold cold sweatI taste the smell of deathI know the moment's getting closer And as you walk to the lightI feel my hands go tightExcitement running through my veins I've got you in my sightsI've got you dead to rightsThe triggers waiting for my finger I feel adrenalin rushIt's just the final touchYou can kiss your arse goodbye chorus

The convoy lights are dead aheadThe merchantmen lay in their bedThe thump of diesels hammers downIn the oily sea-the killing groundHis knuckles white his eyes alightHe slams the hatch on the deadly nightA cunning fox in the chickens lairA hound of hell and the devil don't care chorus:Running silent,running deep,we are your final prayerWarriors in secret sleep,a merchantman's nightmareA silent death lies waiting, for all of you belowRunning silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleep Chill the hearts of fighting menIn open ocean wondering when?The lethal silver fish will flyThe boat will shiver-men will dieA cast of millions-a part to playKiller? victim? or fool for a dayObeying an order-men have to dieUs or them - a well rehearsed lie chorus The lifeboats shattered the hull is tornThe tar black smell of burning oilOn the way down to Davy JonesEvery man for himself - you're on your ownThe wolf eyes watch the crosswire'Stern tubes ready','aim and fire'They can pin some medal on your chestBut in two more weeks - dead like the rest chorus

I got the keys to view at number 22 Behind my green door there's nothing to see Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid Back and looking for symphaty I like a girl who knows where she's bound I don't like girls who've been hanging around Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling For that well hung feeling No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in She's tied up she can't come to the phone You must have got your wires crossed cos she ain't home Knock on wood - you know i like that sound She never could keep her feet on the ground Right on the money got it wrapped up tight New ideas for the decor tonight Gonna make this house a preservation zone Gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own

Honey its getting close to midnightAnd all the myths are still in townTrue love and lipstick on your linenBite the pillow make no soundIf there's some living to be doneBefore your life becomes your tombYou'd better know I'm the oneUnchain your back door, invite me around Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goBring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goLet her go Honey its getting close to daybreakThe sun is creeping in the skyNo patent remedies for heartacheJust empty words and humble pieSo get down on your knees honeyAssume an attitudeYou just pray that I'll be waitingCause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goBring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goLet her go So pick up your foolish prideNo going back, no where, no way, no place to hide Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, to the slaughter.Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter, bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter, bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter, to the slaughter. Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goBring your daughter, bring your daughter, to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her go Bring me your daughter, bring your daughter, to the slaughterLet her go, let her go, let her goLet her goLet her goLet her go I'm coming to getcha!

Mother Russia how are you sleepingMiddle winter cold winds blowFrom the trees the snowflakes driftingSwirling round like ghosts in the snow Mother Russia poetry majesticTells the time of a great empireTurning round the old man pondersReminiscing an age gone by Mother RussiaDance of the czarsHold up your headsBe proud of what you areNow it has comeFreedom at lastTurning the tides of historyAnd your past Mother RussiaDance of the czarsHold up your headsRemember who you areCan you release The anger and the griefCan you be happyNow your people are free