The Road To Hell — Bruce Dickinson: текст песни

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