Interpret:

Iron Maiden

Album:

A Matter of Life and Death

Tell you a thing
That you ought to know
Two minutes of your time
Then on you go


Tell tale of the men
All dressed in black
That most of them
Not coming back


Sent off to the war
To play little games
And on their return
Can't name no names


Some strange yellow gas
Has played with their minds
Has reddened their eyes
Removed all the lies


And strange as it sounds
Death knows no bounds
How many get well
Only time will tell
Only time will tell


SOLO


You lie in your death bed now
But what did you bring to the table
Brought us only holy sin
Utter trust is a deadly thing


To the prayer of holy peace
We didn't know what was lying underneath
So how could we be such fools
And to think that we thought you the answer


I can't begin to understand in all the lies
But on your death bed I can see it in you eyes
Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow
It really makes sense I can see it clearly now


Tangled up in a web of lies
Could have been a way to prophesise
Unaware of the consequence
Not aware of the secrets that you kept


Nothing that we could believe
To reveal the façade of faceless men
Not a thing that we could foresee
Now a sign that would tell us the outcome


You had us all strung out with
promises of peace
But all along you cover plan was to deceive
Can it put to rights now only time will tell
Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well


Left to all our golden sons
All to pick up on the peace
You could have given all of them
A little chance... at least


Take the world to a better place
Given them all just a little hope
Just think what a legacy
You know... will leave


We seem destinated to live in fear
And some that would say Armageddon is near
But where there's a life while there's hope
That man won't self destruct


Why can't we treat our fellow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands
But anger and loathing is rife
The death on all sides is
becoming a way of life


We live in an uncertain world
Fear understanding and ignorance
is leading to death
Only the corpses are left
For vultures that prey on their bones


But some are just not wanting peace
Their whole life is death and misery
The only thing that they know
Fight fire with fire life is cheap


But if they do stop to think
That man is teetering right on the brink
But do you think that they care
They benefit from death and pain and despair