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Iron Maiden Best Of The Beast

The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travelin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes

: [Harris/Gers/Murray/Bayley] There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind The muggers, the backstabbers

: [Dickinson] 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

: [Harris] Here they stand brothers them all All the sons divided they'd fall Here await the birth of the son The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen

: [Smith/Dickinson/Harris] Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with The slaughter

: [Adrian Smith/Bruce Dickinson] Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some

: [Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno] Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck. I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I

: [Steve Harris] There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get