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Ain't a hope in hell, Nothing's gonna bring us down, The way we fly, Five miles off the ground, Because we shoot to kill, And you know we always will, It's a Bomber
Scream a thousand miles, Feel the black death rising moan, Firestorm coming closer, Napalm to the bone, Because, you know we do it right, A mission every night, It's a Bomber
No night fighter, Gonna stop us getting through, The sirens make you shiver, You bet my aim is true, Because, you know we aim to please, Bring you to your knees, It's a Bomber
He rides a road, that don't have no end, An open highway, without any bends, Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream, Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
He lives his life, he's living it fast, Don't try to hide, when the dice have been cast, He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone, Loaded forever, and righteously stoned, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life Yeah, slide it to me!
One day one day, they'll go for the sun, Together they'll slide, on the eternal run, Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze, Yeah tramp and the brothers, all born to lose, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life.
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Pour bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down
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