Track 1 produced by Jack Endino.
Tracks 2/3/4 produced by Oggi Skinner.

CD 2
1. Back From The Edge (Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)
2. Rescue Day (Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)
3. God's Not Coming Back (Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)
4. Armchair Hero (Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

Produced by Jack Endino.

7" Picture
1. Back From The Edge (Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)
2. I'm In A Band With An Italian Drummer (Chris Dale)

Track 1 produced by Jack Endino.
Track 2 produced by Skunkworks and Oggi Skinner.

Back From The Edge
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors, 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 edge
Where you're not worth a damn
Throw yourself into light
And the rush as you spin from the edge

Back from the edge
Back 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

Back from the edge
Back from the edge
Back from the edge
Back from the edge

Re-Entry
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

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 I know where 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
Everyday in the blackness we begin... again

Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes
Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means
Turn around the starlight warms my skin
Even in the blackness we begin

Welcome back to human race so very far from home
I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on
I left this for the sadness when the fighting had begun
To leave behind your mayhem, no chemistry are free

R 101
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

Don't start it, what you say to me and what you see, it's not for sale
I'm a cold starter, don't you hang your hat on my peg pin, your big red heart on my shirt tail
I'm coldhearted, I'm mean and bad and virtuous and every bad thing I could ever be

Trying to be careful, said I'd never do that again
It's on the tip of my tounge and sometimes it just falls out wrong
It's not the thing I meant to do, It's not the place I want to be

Guess I'll keep on walking, baby, motown's gonna give me some clue... of what to do
Should I travel on the sunny side when I think of where to hang my feet and what to do

You'd better watch out how you drive that thing
But I looked into the fire and the spider's done it's dancing in the rain
Tried a little shuffle but I never had the chance to move
Try a different tune

American’s Are Behind
(Chris Dale)

Rescue Day
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

You don’t know your jailer
Like you, he’s never been free
He looks just like you, doesn’t he?
He’s got no sense of his own reward

Who needs freedom anyway?
When you’ve got your golden cage
What I call isolation
You might call it passion play

How long have you been here?
You really can’t say
How long will you stay?
Who cares anyway?

It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day

What’s the use in fighting
Battles that you can’t lose
You’re here by an invitation
Another’s mad refuse

Escape is a temptation
But it’s much too tough to choose
That’s why I’m standing out here
That’s why I’m waiting out here

How long have you been here?
You really can’t say
How long will you stay?
Who cares anyway?

It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day

It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day

Another rescue day
It’s a rescue day

You build walls to keep me out
Or maybe to keep you in
Which ever jail you choose right now
Your house is not your friend

How long have you been here?
You really can’t say
How long will you stay?
Who cares anyway?

It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day
It’s a rescue day

It’s a rescue day
Another rescue day
It’s a rescue day

(Rescue day)
(Rescue day)

God’s Not Coming Back
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

It’s gotten by the three kings and I thought I saw a star
I could smell the holy spirit, it was coming from the ball

It’s magic they said
Back from the dead
It’s not Christmas yet

God’s not coming back
God’s not coming back

You turn my water into wine, you fix my table, it’s just fine
Two ton rocks he rolled away, feels so good every Sunday

It’s magic they said
Back from the dead
It’s not Christmas
God’s not coming back

Hanging with a mangling, he never dug the little queen
You look Ian Gillian but I bet you couldn’t scream

It’s magic they said
Back from the dead
It’s not Christmas yet
God’s not coming back
God’s not coming back
God’s not coming back
God’s not coming back

Armchair Hero
(Bruce Dickinson / Alex Dickson)

You wanna talk? You wanna go?
From your armchair things you know

Secret plans, conspiracy
Little people all around

You curse love, you curse hate
Your curse you life, you curse your face

Whatever you can be

If only you could learn
If only you could learn

Narrow-vision, that’s the way
It finally helps you through the day
Too many reasons to believe
No time to understand

The clock is ticking like bomb
Subversive things that’s going on
Your only certainty

If only you could learn
If only you could learn
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only you could learn

Victim gravel on your knees
Victim of your own disease
Make my day, why don’t ya?
From your armchair, you’re a hero

If only you could learn
If only you could learn
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only you cold learn

Victim gravel on your knees
Victim of your own disease
Make my day, why don’t ya?
From your armchair, you’re a hero

Screaming beauty, suicide
So cynical, you never tried
To understand the reasons
From your armchair you’re a hero

If only you could learn
If only you could learn
If only you could learn
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only…
If only you could learn

I'm In A Band With An Italian Drummer
(Chris Dale)