Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25 And Wendy
Put and opening shot. Across your bows Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now Let'em flap. Let'em rip This man of war gonna sink your ship Gonna blow
Alright, living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be Living in the shadows where there is no sun, there is no breeze Drinking stale water,
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 No lies, no
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
your entourage. Playing foolish games. [CHORUS:] I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
Vertimas: Dickinson, Bruce. Tattooed Millionaire.
Born in a mining town in '58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died
Put and opening shot. Across your bows. Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now. Let'em flap. Let'em rip. This man of war gonna sink your ship. Gonna
Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be. Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze. Drinking stale water, having
Devil's driving down the track. Hell on wheels and it won't turn back. Engine racing down a one way street. Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat. Into
[CHORUS:] No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. Waiting
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
all your entourage. Playing foolish games. [CHORUS:] I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
