Tytuł: Sacred Cowboys

• Wykonawca: Bruce Dickinson
• Wyświetleń: 551

With sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusion
  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 besides a grave that stands where people used to function
  
  You can join the saviours 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
  
  CHORUS:
  Where is our John Wayne
  Where is our sacred cowboys now?
  Where are the indians on the hill
  There's no indians left to kill
  
  People die with oxygen and all their money can afford a breath
  People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death
  
  Prostitutes and politicians laying in their beds together
  You can be the saviour of the poor making up the policies to open the back door...
  
  You can get all the things you never needed
  You can sell people crap and make them eat it
  
  REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
  
  SOLO
  
  You can get all the things you never needed
  You can sell people crap and make them eat it
  
  REPEAT CHORUS (x2)