The Best of

(2001)

 

 

CD1
1. Broken
2. Tattooed Millionaire
3. Laughing In The Hiding Bush
4. Tears Of The Dragon
5. The Tower
6. Born in '58
7. Accident Of Birth
8. Silver Wings
9. Dark Side of Aquarius
10. Chemical Wedding
11. Back From The Edge
12. Road To Hell
13. Book of Thel (Live)

Special Bonus CD (Versão inicial)
1. Bring Your Daughter ....To The Slaughter (Original Bruce Version)
2. Darkness Be My Friend
3. Wicker Man (Original Bruce Song)
4. Real World
5. Acoustic Song
6. No Way Out
7. Midnight Jam
8. Man Of Sorrows
9. Ballad Of Mutt
10. Re-Entry
11. I'm In a Band with an Italian Drummer
12. Jerusalem (Live)
13. Interview With Bruce
14. Dracula

 

Broken

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.)

I will not be pushed

I will not be stamped defiled

I will not be crushed

I am not your only child

I am not a freak 

object of your own desire

I am not ashamed

I am not an alibi

CHORUS:

I stand alone, now I can see

You won't bring me down

For all this pain and misery

I'm not broken

Crushed, crushed

I am not a pawn

This is not a game of chess

I am not a pin stuck into your shiny vest

I am not a slave

I will do what I do best

Walking out on you

Take my life and leave the rest

REPEAT CHORUS

CHORUS II:

All the hatred can't you see

You won't bring me down 

?Open your eyes up? set me free

I'm not broken

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (x4)

REPEAT CHORUS & CHORUS II

I'm not broken (x3)

 

 

Tattooed millionaire

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)

Tattooed boys with expensive toys. 

Living in a bubble of sin.

Money can buy you most of anything.

Fix your nose or the mess your in.

Front page news you can share your views.

With a population that wants to be like you.

Out on the strip. Out on the tiles.

Same old greed behind the PR smiles.

You and all your entourage. To me your all the same.

You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games.

CHORUS:

I don't want your big city shining.

I don't want your silver lining.

I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire.

He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child.

Ex mud queen of Miami.

In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back.

With his CD player and his bottle of Jack.

LA dude. LA Attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat.

Body guards, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards.

Using each other. Running for cover.

REPEAT CHORUS

 

 

Laughing in the hiding bush

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z/ A. Dickinson)

There's a sinister game that children play...Hey...Hey

When they get to the end of each schoolday...Hey...Hey

They spend their lives getting ready for the kill...

CHORUS:

Laughing in the hiding bush

The joker is back

Laughing in the hiding bush

The joker is back

Who remembers the names of fallen heroes aha aha?

Who remembers today to fly their flag?

I couldn't say I loved you like I did before...Ha!

Laughing in the hiding bush

The joker is back

Laughing in the hiding bush

It's the laughing attack

The joker is back

He's wild in the pack

The joker is back

Laughing in the hiding... gonna kick him in the bush, yeah

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

 

 

Tears of the dragon

(B. Dickinson)

For too long now 

There were secrets in my mind

For too long now

There were things I should have said

In the darkness, I was stumbling for the door

To find a reason, to find the time, the place, the hour

Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day

The misty ghosts of childhood fears

The pressure is building and I can't stay away

CHORUS:

I throw myself into the sea

Release the wave, let it wash over me

To face the fear, I once believed 

The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Where I was 

I had wings that couldn't fly

Where I was

I had tears I couldn't cry

My emotions frozen in an icy lake

I couldn't feel them until the ice began to break

I have no power over this, you know I'm afraid

The walls I built are crumbling

The water is moving, I'm slipping away

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

Slowly I awake

Slowly I rise

The walls I built are crumbling

The water is moving, I'm slipping away

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

 

 

The Tower

(B. Dickinson / Roy Z.)

There are twelve commandments

There are twelve divisions

Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky

In the outer circle

To the inner sanctum

From the octave at the end of time

The fountain, the trinity

The pilgrim is searching for blood

(searching for his blood)

To look for his own free will

The stone of infinity, washed in the flood

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide

In the atom circle

Where we break the stars

Hammer into anvil, stuffing out the sun

Witness all the killing

See the birth of Mars

Our religion thrown into the fire

The fountain, the trinity

The pilgrim is searching for blood

(searching for his blood)

To look for his own free will

The stone of infinity, washed in the flood

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, the hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, and the priestess kneels

(priestess kneels)

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, the priestess kneels to receive

Lovers in the tower

The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs

 

 

Born in 58

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)

Born in a mining town in '58.

When black and white TV was up to date.

And men where still around.

Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died.

That I could be alive and see the damage,

that we've managed since.

In this septed isle. Is nothing sacred. 

Just a one square mile.

CHORUS:

Justice and Liberty. You can buy what you don't get free.

In a world of steel and glass. We bury our past.

On and On. We slept till dawn. When we awoke, we hardly spoke.

My grandfather taught me how to fight.

Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right.

But all around I see his morals buried in a mess

Of money troubles, Born in a mining town in '58.

When black and white TV was up to date.

And men where still around.

Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died.

REPEAT CHORUS

On and On. We slept till dawn. 

When we awoke, it was, all the same.

 

 

Accident of birth

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)

Journey back to the darkside, back into the womb

back to where the spirits move like vapour from the tomb

The centre of the cyclone blowing out the sun

break the shackles of your union to the light

I might've had a brother, a service board, they dragged him under

to the other side of twilight, he's waiting for me now

Nativity was lost on me, I didn't ask, I couldn't see

What created me, what and where and how

CHORUS:

Welcome home, It's been too long, we've missed you

Welcome home, we've opened up the gates

Welcome home, to your brothers and sisters

Welcome home, to an accident of birth

Feel our bodies breathing as you try to stop believing

There's nothing you can do about your shadow

You can fight us, you are like us and your body will betray you

Lay down and die like all the others

Where are the angels and their wings of freedom?

Jesus had his day off when they pulled you through

REPEAT CHORUS

To an accidental birth

SOLO

Visions growing dim as the daylight fades away

I'm spinning, twisting, black, well, It's your dying day

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

 

 

Silver wings

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.)

Sound of merlins fired up and their spoiling for the fight

1000 bombers ready, it's the target for tonight

Deeper into Germany, but we all know the score

I know that I'm not coming back like those that did before

Now the flare gun fires and we get the go

Say goodbye to the earth below

CHORUS: 

Tonight, on silver wings

I am soaring through the mountains of the moon

on silver wings

Flying where no angels fly

I have brought these engines to the very jaws of hell

Metal hearts are beating through this hail of shot and shell

Terror from the skies where the angels fear to tread

Nothing in my eyes, I am the living dead

Now the searchlight blinding us with its light

Can't shake this one off tonight

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

The sky is bleeding gasoline and fuel is running low

Tanks are blown to pieces soon the wing is going to go

All the crew have bailed out over Essen long ago

But every night since 45 this bomber boy has staeyd alive

I can't believe she's still in the sky

Me and my merlins fly

REPEAT CHORUS 

on silver wings

I am soaring through the mountains of the moon

on silver wings

I can touch the face of God

 

 

Darkside of Aquarius

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)

The first hellrider came on wings a-plenty in the dark

Hauled out his poison and they blew away his mark

The fascist from the east is coming, mothers hide your sons

The second hellrider came from flaming seas and molten sands

Half is played in Hell's commands

Hauled out his poison with his promises of promised lands

Glad, good times of lying leaders

Here comes the riders as the wheel of time is running out of time (x2)

The third hellrider came teaching brothers to kill brother man

And the fourth hellrider waits on an acid trail for an acid world

Walls of old religions' fools and superstitious men

Throw some scary tarot cards and...

Here comes the riders as the wheel of time is running out of time

Here comes the riders as the revolution's stepping out to light

the dark aside of Aquarius has robbed us of our souls and minds

Here comes the riders as the wheel of time is running out of time

SOLO

From the starlit sky on the silver sea

a lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me 

(x2)

Gotta move, gotta move, gotta move that wheel around (x3)

Gotta push the wheel of time around (x4)

I've gotta move the wheel of torment (x3)

move that wheel around

Gotta move the wheel of time, I've (x3)

round

 

 

Chemical Wedding

(B. Dickinson / Roy Z.)

How happy is the human soul

Not enslaved by dull control

Left to dream and roam and play

Shed the guilt of former days

Walking on the foggy shore

Watch the waves come rolling home

Through the veil of pale moonlight

My shadow stretches out its hand...

CHORUS:

And so we lay

We lay in the same grave

Our chemical wedding day

(x2)

Floating in the endless blue

My seed of doubt I leave to you

Let it wither on the ground

Treat it like a plague you found

All my dreams that were outside

In living colour, now alive

And all the lighthouses

Their beams converge to guide me home...

REPEAT CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

 

 

Back from the edge

(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)

A silent river flowing black

Strange attractions, no turning back

Present danger I recall

that pins my senses to the wall

Back from the edge where the

darkness has fled and I'm 

swimming in light and I'm

falling, falling from the edge

Back from the edge

I fell from grace and that's a fact

I still have urges I fight back

Cold decisions wear me thin

Kill yourself, begin again

Back from the fear that you're

not worth a damn, throw your-

self into light and the rush as you

spin from the edge

Back from the edge

Now and then I wonder where the faces from my childhood have gone

Like father like son in your bones it lives on glowing shadows

SOLO

Back from the edge (repeat to end)

 

 

Road to hell

(B. Dickinson/ A. Smith)

Slowly bleeding whilst the vortex feeding

like a swirling vulture on your face

Every hour the unseen rays devour

your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind

Father forgive me my sins

give me the nails, I'll hammer them in

CHORUS:

The road to hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to hell is full of good intentions

Drive the left side highway with no sinister regrets

Brave new world of secret fantasy

that hovers just beyond your bloody grasp

Close enough to thrill the danger of the kill

price for failure of your will

Father forgive me my sins

cause we are the junkies who never can win

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

Father forgive me my sins

give me the nails, I'll hammer them in

Father forgive me my sins

cause we are the junkies who never can win

REPEAT CHORUS

 

 

Book of Thel

(B. Dickinson / Roy Z./ E. Casillas)

The mark is on you now

The furnace sealed inside your head

Melting from the inside now

Waxy tears run down your face

The whore that never told her tale

Relives it every night with you

Far off stands the lamb and waits

For the wolf to come and end its life

Stand inside the temple

As the book of Thel is opening

The priestess stands before you

Offering her hand out, she's rising

Come the dawning of the dead

In famine and in war

Now the harlot womb of death

Spits out its rotten core

Serpent on the altar now

Has wrapped itself around your spine

So you look into its mouth

And you kiss the pearly fangs divine

Happy that your end is swift

The weeping virgin cries in bliss

The snake and priestess, they are one

The veil of flesh is ripped undone

Stand inside the temple

As the book of Thel is opening

The priestess stands before you

Offering her hand out, she's rising

Come the dawning of the dead

In famine and in war

Now the harlot womb of death

Spits out its rotten core

By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes

And when sleep takes you tonight

Will you wake to see the light...?

(woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

(woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

The burning sweat of poison tears

The river flowing red with blood

The cradle-robbing hand of death

Caresses every dreaming head

Waiting for the marriage hearse

To take you to the funeral pyre

So you burn the family tree

The generations burning higher

Stand inside the temple

As the book of Thel is opening

The priestess stands before you

Offering her hand out, she's rising

Come the dawning of the dead

In famine and in war

Now the harlot womb of death

Spits out its rotten core

By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes

And when sleep takes you tonight

Will you wake to see the light

By the dawning of the dead...

By the dawning of the dead...

By the dawning of the dead...

By the dawning of the dead...

 

 

Bring your daughter to the slaughter

(B. Dickinson)
Soundtrack-The Nightmare on Elm Street pt 5"

Honey its getting close to midnight

And all the myths are in town

True love and lipstick on your linen

Bite the pillow make no sound

If there's some living to be done

Before your life becomes your tomb

You'd better know that I'm the one

Unchain your back door invite me around

CHORUS:

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter

let her go, let her go, let her go

(x2)

Honey its getting close to daybreak

The sun is creeping in the sky

No patent remedies for heartache

Just empty words and humble pie

So get down on your kneees honey

Assume an attitude

You just pray that i'll be waiting

Cos you know i'm coming soon

REPEAT CHORUS

So pick up your foolish pride'

No going back, no where, no way, no place to hide

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

Let her go(x4)

 

 

Wicker Man

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.)
Accident of Birth-sessions, 1997

When the dying western sun dips low

And the raincloud rises in the east

Between the lines of truth and the words of faith

Lie the fiery duties of the be priest

Stir the blood of ancient things

Drawing down the moon

From the hill of Tarna see the beltane fires

And the silent Celtic kings await

From the midnight hour to the light of dawn

Feel the mountain tremble and your heart will shake

Stir the memories of the stones 

We are drawing down the moon 

In the circle of the old ways 

Of the wicker man...

Wicker man, wicker man

From the beacon hill, 

cast your fire on this land

Wicker man, wicker man

From the beacon hill, 

throw your ashes in our hands

Let the pendulum go

Let it sway away

Let the chimes ring out

On this solstice day

When the earth renews

When the seed reveals

When we are reborn

Every waking dream

When the earth renews itself

When the seed reveals itself

(x2)

When we are reborn

In every waking dream

Every tree and leaf

Every frozen stream

Wicker man

When the earth renews itself

Wicker man

When the seed reveals itself

Wicker man

When we are reborn

Wicker man

In every waking dream

Wicker man

Every tree and leaf

Wicker man

Every frozen stream

(x2)

 

 

Real world

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.)
The Chemical Wedding-sessions, 1998

How many lifetimes, how many beginnings

How many lovers, how many threats

How many religions to keep us all guessing

Give me a reason. Why? Hell is a reason. Why? 

The real world, you’ve got to fight to see it through

The real world, it’s like the cages in the zoo

The real world, is there a lifelong there to be? 

The real world, the real world

Too many people try to sell you their cages

Killing the fox till the jailer arrives

If living in zoos is your idea of outrageous

Don’t pick any animal, I’ll be the wild one

The real world, you’ve got to fight to see it through

The real world, it’s likes the cages in the zoo

The real world can leave you hanging by a thread

The real world, the real world

SOLO

The real world, you’ve got to fight to see it through

The real world, it’s likes the cages in the zoo

The real world can leave you hanging by a thread

The real world, the real world

(x2)

The real world, the real world (x2)

 

 

Acoustic Song

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z.)
The Chemical Wedding-sessions, 1998

We live and die like all the rest

Every summer has its sunset every year

Love and hope put to the test

Every grain of comfort holds the seed of fear

And I loved you long ago

And I love you still

But the roads that we have travelled took us far apart

Scattered to the four winds

Someday we will find the time to heal

And I loved you long ago

SOLO

And the scars that bear my name

are the wounds that never heal

But the road that we have travelled took us far apart

And I love you still

And I loved you long ago

 

 

No way out ...continued

(B. Dickinson/ J. Crichton/ R. Baker)
Keith Olsen-sessions, 1993

A silent sleeping vampire, arisen from his grave

As I am still quiet in the dark

The only sign of breathing, a flicker on my skin

The only sign of life, my beating heart

What does it take to open my eyes?

What does it take to register surprise?

What does it take to feel joy?

What does it take to feel pain?

Floors creep but doors are still

I've read all the books about being ill

I know the truth, the truth knows I'm right

One day you'll fear me in the night

CHORUS:

A drowning mind sees daylight, coming up for air

I've been working hard for this 

all my life and I like it this way

I know they're staking out my house

That's why I'm quiet like a mouse

I don't know love but I know what's right

I feel my sickness every night

My TV fills my world with light

Twenty-four hours of second sight

I talk to God on my station

He gives me secret information

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

Mother suffocate me

Mother suffocate me

There's no way out of here

It's tearing me apart

There's no way out of here

There's no way out of here

Mother suffocate me

There's no way out of here

There's no way out of here

No, no, no way out of here

 

 

Midnight Jam

(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z./ A. Smith)
Accident of birth-sessions, 1997

"Recording all of the above and some of the below"

Love is over like it never began

Flicker of life, the candle in his hand

Watch the fairy tale unfold, unwind

For this prize he traveled in his mind

Who is guilty, who decides 

Who took her life, who gained a prize

Love is cheap, life's a lie

What kind of man would do this to his friend

Hand caressed, squeezed her life away

Slide into the darkness, the end of the day

Swallowed with the black, cover the light

To the fire, to the night

Love is over like it never began

Flicker of life, the candle in his hand

The queen is dying, dying and loved

Watch the fairy tale unfold, unwind, unravel

Now with his prize he'd slide into the forest beyond

You're alone, alone...forever

Alone forever

Alone forever

He's gonna be alone forever

Alone forever

 

 

Man of sorrows

(B. Dickinson)
Demo, 1992

Here in a church a small boy in kneeling

He prays to a God he doesn't know, he cannot feel

All of his sins of childhood he will remember

He will not cry, tears he will not cry

CHORUS:

Man of sorrows, I won't see your face

Man of sorrows, you left without a trace

His small boy wonders what was it all about

Is your journey over, has it just begun?

A vision of a new world from the ashes of the old

"Do what thou wilt" he screams from his cursed soul

A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness

Wondering why, wondering why

REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO

A man of sorrow's wrecked with thoughts that dare not speak their name

Trapped inside a body made to feel only guilt and shame

His anger all his life, "I hate myself", he cried

"Do what thou wilt, do what thou wilt", he cried

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

Has it just begun?

 

 

Ballad of Mutt

(B. Dickinson/ J. Gers)
Tattooed millionaire-sessions, 1990

Before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on

Yea, before I met my baby, there was a whole lot going on

I used to wag my tail in every corner, never hesitate to give that bitch a bone

Before I met my baby didn't have a clue

Before I met my baby I didn't know what I should do

Before I met my baby this misguided mutt made dogmeat out of you and everybody else

She went to see my kennel, she said "It’s like a rabbit huch"

She went to see my kennel, she said "It smells too much"

She wouldn't wag her tail or nothing at all until the furniture-man called

He said take it away, oh yeah, go on, let's guitar

SOLO

One time, baby, I took her for a walk

Two timing bitch, I tried to squash her under a truck

Three time looser, this ain't no game

Five hand shuffle driving me insane

I can't get it when I want it, when I call her she don't answer to her name

We settle down into a laugh of bliss or so it seemed

I adjusted to the endless wine and foodmixes end her talking to me

It was hell, I tell you

And when I dug my bone up, she threw my bone right back at me!

Some...

There's some harmonica?  In the ball?

SOLO

I finished with that bitch, he'd left her tied up to a tree

She had a note around her neck saying, "Take this one, she's free"

Before I met my baby my life was misery

Before I met my baby my life was misery 

Hm...

 

 

Re-entry

(B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
Skunkworks-sessions, 1996

Say goodbye to earth's children on a sleigh ride to the moon

Blue and white in the distance, not sorry I'm leaving you

Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes

Now and then the darkside fills the sky

Turn around the starlight warms my skin

Even in the blackness there's a tune

Now that I'm not with you I close my eyes and dream

Remember all my days as a prisoner of gravity

I left a piece of history and the future has begun

Sat here with my feet hung up and nowhere is my home

Now and then the earthrise fills my dreams

Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means

Turn around the starlight warms my skin

Every day in the blackness we begin

...again

SOLO

Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes

Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means

Turn around the starlight warms my skin

Every day in the blackness we begin

Welcome back to the human race so very far from home

I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on

I left this ball of sadness when the fighting had begun

To leave behind your mayhem, your chemistry ?are free?

Oh!

 

 

I'm in a band with an Italian drummer

(C. Dale)
Skunkworks-sessions, 1996

CHORUS:

I'm in a band with an Italian drummer

and all the girls just fall in his lap

I'm in a band with an Italian drummer

But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap

He just cooks pasta, always faster

He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara

His cock's too long to fit in this song

He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex

His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters

He talks baloni and eats rigatoni

His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits

And when he plays his drums it sounds like this

REPEAT CHORUS

He's really Italian, hung like a stallion

He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs

He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss

And when he plays his drums it sounds like this

REPEAT CHORUS

"The characters described in this song are fictitious and 

 any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely 

 coincidental and unintentional"

The characters described in this song are fictious and,

in comparison what he lives for ?? ??

and order is purely incidental and unintentional

REPEAT CHORUS

He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion

His cock's too long to fit in this song

He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex

His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters

He talks baloni and eats rigatoni

His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits

when he plays his drums...

...do you know someone like this

I'm in a band with an Italian drummer

I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity)

You know, son...

It's like this you see.

We went down the pub one night and he said... ?? geezer ???  

on the pub ??? that's when we gave him a fucking saxophone and he ??

to use it, a fucking trumpet

Fucking ??, you know, aye, you know, aye

so we got rid of this saxophone player and 

put this drummer on stage and I was a stunned really

there's nothing we can do about it really

I'm in a band, in a band, in a band...

"Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?

Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del 

peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero. 

E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo 

ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo.

Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?!

E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo 

ragazzo straniero.

...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!

Andate a 'fanculo !!!"

Translation:

(More or less): 

"Dick! Dick! Dick! (in Sicilian dialect)

It's like if you put some pepper in the ass of a door (?) 

that farts black clouds.

And then there was a cow... I don't undestand what this 

english boy is saying... I don't remember.

Ehi Vito, what does that dick say, eh ?

And I told you, I don't understand this stranger boy.

...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!

Fuck off !!!"

 

 

Dracula

(D. Siviter/ A. Siviter)
First Shots recording session, 1977

Waiting for the midnight hour (x6)

CHORUS:

My name is 

Dracula, Come here, I've something for you

Dracula, I need a little life

Dracula, And you are gonna be my wife

Walking through the town when the streets are bare in the night

Shadows everywhere, are you sure it's a trick of the light?

Fear is at your heal but you kick it away, 

you're so sure theres nothing behind you

Thats a mistake you can make just one time

I bet you thought that I was a ficticous guy from the movie screen

Now its far too late for you to break this date, you missed your chance to scream

My only sense of humor's in a jugular vein 

and your neck is on the menu tonight

Soon you will know what it's like to be mine

REPEAT CHORUS

As long as you live

The Bride of Dracula

(x3)

As long as you live you'll be 

Waiting, waiting for the midnight hour (x8)