Index

Cd 1:
1. Cyclops (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (7:58)
2. Shoot all the Clowns (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:23)
3. Son of a Gun (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers) (5:53)
4. Tears of the Dragon (Bruce Dickinson) (6:20)
5. 1000 Points of Light (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:25)
6. Sacred Cowboys (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (3:54)
7. Tattooed Millionaire (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers) (4:27)
8. Born in '58 (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers)
9. Fire (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Eddie Castillas) (4:28)
10. Change of Heart (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:58)
11. Hell No (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (5:10)
12. Laughing in the Hiding Bush (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Austin Dickinson) (4:20)

Cd 2:
1. Cyclops (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (7:58)
2. 1000 Points of Light (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:25)
3. Born in '58 (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers)
4. Gods of War (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (5:01)
5. Change of Heart (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:58)
6. Laughing in the Hiding Bush (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Austin Dickinson) (4:20)
7. Hell No (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (5:10)
8. Tears of the Dragon (Bruce Dickinson) (6:20)
9. Shoot all the Clowns (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (4:23)
10. Sacred Cowboys (Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.) (3:54)
11. Son of a Gun (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers) (5:53)
12. Tattooed Millionaire (Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers) (4:27)

Cyclops
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

We all have secret lives in our secret rooms
Living in our movies, humming our own tunes
Living life in camera when the night is closing down
Sliding into darkness, you could be like me

Where are you going? What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye?
Where are you staying? Why are you leaving?
We watch you breathing through the camera’s eye

We all make up our faces, the make up of the clown
Happy leaving traces of our childish background
Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars
You think you’re all alone, but you never are

They ain’t watching you, they ain’t watching you now
They ain’t watching you, they ain’t watching you now
They ain’t watching you, they ain’t watching you now
They ain’t watching you, they ain’t watching you now

Where are you going? What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye
Political sleazes, sexual divas
We watch your heart beat through the camera’s eye

Gods of War
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

When I was younger I thought
That to kill or be killed
Was a thing to be proud of

Victim of change, prisoner of hope
Hanged by the neck on the end of a rope
I don’t know... I don’t care...

Oh, one of the damned
Uh oh... part of the plan

Cry, the Gods of War
They howl and cry for more
Cry, the Gods of War
They howl and cry for more

Now taking both sides at a time on the front line
You can join in the fear, share in the bloodshed
Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun
Of the warlord you saved from a rusty grave
Oh, one of the damned
Uh oh... part of the plan

Cry, the Gods of War
They howl and cry for more
Cry, the Gods of War
They howl and cry for more

Shoot all the Clowns
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

I've been down at the crazy house
I've been playing with the cat and the mouse
I've been down, I've been down
I've seen the crazy people running around

Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down

Welcome to the circus where I fool around
I've got the killer smile, I'm a killer clown
Cover up your face, you've been found out
You laugh when there's nothing to smile about

Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down

Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns

Wanna gimme money? Well you better get ready
I'm a certified friend of John Paul Getty
I'm a fat stargazer, I'm an all-night raver
I'm an anything you wanna be, if I can get your sympathy
Welcome to the circus, I'm a killer clown
Welcome to the circus, hey, gather round
2 sides to life... 2 sides to fun
The one who does it and the one that gets done

Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot all the clowns
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down

Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot... shoot all the clowns

Son of a Gun
(Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers)

Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun
This was no grim reaper
But a man with a smile

Who took a pride in a job well done
In a blood red sunrise
He’s preaching conversion
As you lay down and die

A God given holy roller
In a God forsaken land
He didn’t choose this killing ground
He didn’t want this scrap of land

He’s gonna scorch the earth
And make the river run dry
Until we learn to hate like him
To kill for killing, live to die

Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun

You gotta be a hero
For one last time
To prove through your destruction
Killing is a great way of life

There’s a wooden cross somewhere
Where they’ll bury you down deep
You lie to your people, you lie to yourself
You’re in love with death, you’ve got to shame

The preacher laughed, the preacher cried
He loaded bullets as he smiled
The congregation sat and wondered
Would they live or would they die?

Just an ordinary man with his orders and his plans
In the shadows of a cross
In a blood red sunshine
Take me to Jesus, with Judas as my guide

Ride on, you son of a gun
Ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on, you bleeding heart
Ride on, you played no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain
Ride into history...

Tears of the Dragon
(Bruce 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

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

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

Slowly I awake, slowly I rise
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, I'm slipping away

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

1000 Points of Light
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

You sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules
But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son
Hey, what kind of freedom is bought with a gun?

People like to build their own prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a...

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

Political speeches, they’re lying the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tyranny of freedom is do what you like
There’s a world gone crazy cause it can’t say no

People like to build their own prison walls
When they’re afraid to look inside a...

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night

And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

There should be a time for love
But there’s too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth

There’s a time for dying
And a time for living too
Had enough, don’t need your lies
Had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold

Sacred Cowboys
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

With a sense of irony, everyone you see is chasing their illusions
Take a dive, or sink, or swim, but in the end you're in the same pollution
In your world, escape is swift, the nonsense list is all you need to know
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections, then you'll be the hero

Ecstasy, the cult of "me" provides our institutions
You can live forever with a grave that stands where people used to function
You can join the saviors of our culture, vultures circling overhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free, but Betty Ford can help you try

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it

But where is our John Wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the Indians on the hill?
There's no Indians left to kill

People die with oxygen and all their money can't afford a breath
People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death
Prostitutes and politicians lying in their bed together
You can be the savior of the poor, making up the policies to open up the back door

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it

Where is our John Wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboys now?
Where are the Indians on the hill?
There's no Indians left to kill

Where is our John Wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the Indians on the hill?
There's no Indians left to kill

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it

There is no John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboys now?
Where are the Indians on the hill?
There's no Indians left to kill

Where is our John Wayne?
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the Indians on the hill?
There's no Indians left to kill

Tattooed Millionaire
(Bruce Dickinson / Janick 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 you’re 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 P.R. smiles

You and all your entourage, to me you’re all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

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 a CD player and his bottle of Jack

L.A. dudes, L.A. attitude
Laid back selfish and getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other, running for cover

You and all your entourage, to me you’re all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

I don’t want your big city shining
I don’t want your silver lining
I don’t wanna be a tattooed millionaire

Born in '58
(Bruce Dickinson / Janick Gers)

Born in a mining town in ’58
When black and white T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their grounds and died
That I could be alive
And see the damage that we’ve managed since
In this sceptred isle
Is nothing sacred, but the one square mile

Justice and liberty
You can buy, but you don’t get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past

On and on, we slept ‘til dawn
When we awoke, we hardly spoke

My grandfather taught me how to fight
Old fashion 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 T.V. was up to date
And men were still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their grounds and died

Justice and liberty
You can buy, but you don’t get free
In a world of steel and glass
We bury our past

On and on, we slept ‘til dawn
When we awoke, we hardly spoke

On and on, we slept ‘til dawn
When we awoke, it was all the same

Fire
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Eddie Castillas)

Always let you down
Always fooled around
Always stealing your own way

Life just seems too short
Life lived in the dirt
Kicked in the teeth is what you meant to say
Fighting battles, never fired off a shot

When you step into the fire, you're gonna get burned
Hide all the money you saved
Money won't pay for the trouble you've caused
Trouble's coming back for more

Living on the edge
A blind man kneels on broken glass
Building the bars of his own cage

Running circles till you drop
Hating life until it stops
Kicked in the teeth is what you meant to say
Fighting battles, never fired off a shot

When you step into the fire, you're gonna get burned
Hide all the money you saved
Money won't pay for the trouble you've caused
Trouble's coming back for more

Running circles till you drop
Hating life until it stops
Kicked in the teeth is what you meant to say
Fighting battles, never fired off a shot

When you step into the fire, you're gonna get burned
Hide all the money you saved
Money won't pay for the trouble you've caused
Trouble's coming back for more

Change of Heart
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

Here I sit alone in a window
The rain falls down on the glass in the cold
All my life, I've been waiting for a moment
It never came, maybe never will, sometimes I don't know

Those days are gone
Lord, I hide where I just can't say
I'm still there, catching your tears
Before they fall to the ground

You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart
You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart

Trees are bare, the earth, it is hard
I wait for winter, soft winter and snow

Those days are gone now
I hide where I just can't say
I'll be there, catching your tears
Before they fall to the ground

You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart
You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart

And I know, wherever you go, I'll be around
I'll be there, catching your tears
Before they fall to the ground

Those days are gone now
I hide where I just can't say
I'm still there, watching your tears
As they fall to the ground

You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart
You, you're walking away, you couldn't stay
You need a change of heart

Hell No
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z.)

There’s a secret that we all share
In the darkest hour of the night
You can swear on the bible
Cut the throat of you rival

I’ve been taking my life in my hand
And I’m making new plans
Now I’m starting life on my own
In the virgin unknown...

Hell... hell no...
Oh where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh where do we belong?

There’s a place in the misty air
Not a million miles from here
You can make it your own place
You can change your own face

I’ve been taking my life in my hand
And I’m making new plans
Now I’m starting life on my own
In the virgin unknown...

Hell... hell no...
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we belong?

Screaming "hell, hell no"
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we go wrong?

If can’t really say what you don’t really know
Then you don’t really know what you can’t really say

Screaming out "hell no"
Shouting out "hell no"
On his knees, singing "hell no"
Defiant as hell, no

On the street, singing "hell no"
Still looking for hell, no
On his knees, saying "hell no, hell no"
1, 2, 3, 4

Hell... hell no
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong?

Screaming "hell, hell no"
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong?

Laughing in the Hiding Bush
(Bruce Dickinson / Roy Z. / Austin Dickinson)

There's a sinister game the children play
When they get to the end of each school day
They spend their lives getting ready for the kill

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?
Who remembers today to fly their flags?
I couldn't say I loved you like I did before

Laughing in the hiding bush, the joker is back
Laughing in the hiding bush, it's a laughing attack
The joker is back, he's wild in the pack, the joker is back
Laughing in the hiding bush, the joker is back
Laughing in the hiding bush, the joker is back
Laughing in the hiding bush, he's wild in the pack
Laughing in the hiding bush, the joker is back