Tattooed Millionaire Lyrics (1990) - Bruce Dickinson Album Lyrics

Tattooed Millionaire Lyrics Album by Bruce Dickinson

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1. Son of a Gun

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
Ohh, in a blood red sunrise
He’s preaching conversion as you lay down and die
Die, die, die

Just 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 gonna scorch the earth, yeah
And make the rivers run dry
Until we learn to hate like him
Ohh, kill for killing, live to die

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

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 babe
You’ve got no shame

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

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
Ohh, in a blood red sunrise
Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide

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

Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride into history

Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart
Ride on, ride on, you play no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain

Ride into history

2. Tattooed Millionaire

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

He 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
L.A. dude, L.A. attitude
Laid back, selfish and getting fat
Body guards, 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

3. Born in ’58

Born in a mining town in ’58
When black and white TV was up to date
And men were 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 sceptered isle, is nothing sacred
Just a 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 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 were still around
Who fought for freedom, stood their ground 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 till dawn
On and on and on

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 till dawn
When we awoke, it was, all the same

4. Hell on Wheels

Devil’s driving down the track
Helens wheels they won’t turn back
Engine racing down a one way street
Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger, that’s just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go

Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold
Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold

Too smart to come, she just arrived
Only gave her one but she’s using five
Minutes of time in the usual place
If I was strapped in you could sit on my place
The doors were locked, the windows sealed
Hitting me with the jack was the devil’s deal
Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge
Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove

Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold
Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold

Something’s driving me, I don’t know where
Something down in my cellar somewhere
No one waiting for me down the line
No one waiting for me this time, check it out

Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Hell on wheels and the brakes won’t hold
Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Hell on wheels and the brakes won’t hold

Knuckle down, stick shift, take it slow
Easy come means easy go
Lay off the gas, make it last
Cuz under my hood she’s blowin’ fast
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger, just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go

Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold
Hard to steer when the devil’s driving
Helens wheels and the brakes won’t hold

Hard to steer, that’s it
Hard to steer, oh
Hard to steer, when the devil’s driving, come on
Hard to steer, you know it’s hard to steer
Hard to steer, when the devil’s driving

5. Gypsy Road

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be
Living in the shadows where there is no sun, there in no breeze
Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege
Talk about your freedom, I’ll take you where I think it is

Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, oh, gypsy road

Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed
Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don’t need
Think about freedom, dream a little every day
Suddenly you’ll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way

Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, oh, gypsy road
Gypsy road
All right

Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams
Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to
Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams

I’ll find my dreams, you find yours too

6. Dive! Dive! Dive!

(Frankly, Seaman Staines, I don’t give a damn)

Put an opening shot across your bows
Got tunnel vision, hmm, pull the sheets in now
Let ’em flap, oh, let ’em rip
This man o’ war gonna sink your ship
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There’s no release till you’re deep down inside

Davy Jones gonna keep your bones
No monkey business, now you’re on your own
Turn your stern and cover me
We’re rolling swell, just an old sea dog like me
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There’s no release when you’re deep down inside

Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

Seaman Staines is down below
Torpedoes loaded, he’s ready to go
Wait to discharge, waiting to release
I see where the bones came up from below
Gonna blow you midships
Gonna dive tonight
There’s no release when you’re deep down inside

Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

Come on, come on
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Yeah! Dive! Dive! Dive!
Come on, babe! Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

Dive! Dive! Dive!
Sinking slow
Dive! Dive! Dive!
Sinking deep
Dive! Dive! Dive!
No muff too tuff
We dive at five

(Seaman Staines, consider yourself discharged)

7. All the Young Dudes (Mott the Hoople cover)

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don’t wanna stay alive when you’re 25
And Wendy’s stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freddy’s got spots from ripping off the stars
From his face, funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we’re juvenile delinquent wrecks
I need TV when I got T. Rex?
Oh brother, you guessed, I’m a dude now

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Well, Billy’s looking sweet cuz he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule, it’s a real mean team
But we can love, ahh yes, we can love
And my father’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
He never got it off with that revolution stuff
What a drag, too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
I gotta raise some kind of bet
Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head?
Brother, I’m a dude now

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

8. Lickin’ the Gun

(Eat lead, you scum sucking…)

Lickin’ the gun, yeah, yeah

Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun

Senator husband goin’ for broke
Gotta prove I’m not a joke
We smoked the stuff in ’69
Now it’s different, it’s a crime
Kids today don’t understand
Kids today need a guiding hand
Sticker if it rhymes with truck
When the law should slide, guess I’ll duck

Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun

Watch religion come and go
Watch corruption on their shows
Buy your silence, money for blood
Out of the ark and into the flood
Crazy men with Russian guns
My words never killed anyone
Kissing babies, lickin’ the gun
Ain’t political, nah, having fun

Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Oh, yeah, yeah
Lick it
Yeah, lick it, yeah
Yeah
Lick it

Eat it up, lay down and die
They’ll shoot you up
And they don’t know why
They’re doing a job and they enjoy it too
They’re protecting us from me and you
We smoked the stuff in ’69
Now it’s different, it’s a crime
I don’t care to wait and see
If I’m cool enough to make history

Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun
Lickin’ the gun, lickin’ the hand that feeds you
Lickin’ the gun finger lickin’ fun

Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, lick that, lick that, lick that gun, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, gonna lick it on, lick it on
Lick that gun, yeah

9. Zulu Lulu

She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye
She said I’d like to meet you I was so surprised
Well, what can I do for you? What can you do for me?
We made for the exit, had to wait and see
I hope I’m not wasting your precious time
I know you’re not wasting mine
We came together over coffee with milk
She never stopped till every drop was spilled

She was a Zulu Lulu
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
Just a Zulu Lulu
I had to move on and when I came back she’d gone, gone, gone

She dropped to her knees
I guess she had religion
She lived with her mother, had been a good girl twice
When I asked her to comment on her present position
She said she’d like to take a late preacher’s advice
I ain’t looking for sympathy
But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice
She said I don’t like to preach to the converted
I said you can be a good girl more than twice
Like this

She was a Zulu Lulu
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
It was nice
Just a Zulu Lulu
I had to move on and when I came back she’d gone, gone, gone…
Away somewhere

I ain’t looking for sympathy, oh no
But prayers for the wicked are always nice
She looked me up and down and said
Assiagod for me
I began to see god. She said, wait and see babe
Wait and see babe
Wait and see babe
Wait. Wait. I’m coming

She was a Zulu Lulu
Broke my back and my heart at the same time
It was nice
She was a Zulu Lulu
I had to move on and when I came back she’d gone, gone

She was a Zulu Lulu
She broke my back and my heart at the same time
Just a Zulu Lulu
Had to move on and when I came back she’d gone, gone, gone…

10. No Lies

No lies. No angels
No lies. No angels
No lies. No angels
No lies. No angels. No heaven.
No heaven. No lies

No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh
No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh

Waiting on a corner on a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang around here babe you’re leaving soon
On the run from the country from the law
Well, here’s a safe place behind every front door
Wanna wonder where the guidebook doesn’t go
Watching the windows, part of the sideshow

No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh
No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh

Where the money mends wallets bleed
Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs
Where the vicar goes for his sins
Where the stick up artist gets stuck in
Look around here it’s no big deal
For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel
Riding sidesaddle on a rented machine
Hang on loosely, part of the scene

No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh
No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh

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