Bruce Dickinson - No Lies Lyrics
No lies, no angelsNo lies, no angelsNo lies, no angelsNo lies, no angelsNo heaven, no heavenNo liesNo lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)Waiting on a corner of a red light streetWhere the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meetBy the light of a street light moonIf you hang around here, babe - youre leaving soonOn the run from the country, from the lawWell, heres a safe place behind every front doorWanna wander where the guide book doesnt goWatching the windows - part of the sideshowNo lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)Where the money mens wallets bleedWhere the fat cat sinners fill their needsWhere the vicar goes for his sinWhere the stick-up artist gets stuck in (uh)Look round here, its no big dealFor an ounce of pleasure or a 5 minute feelRiding sidesaddle on a rented machineHang on loosely - part of the sceneNo lies, no angels, no heaven (woah) [x10]
