Iron Maiden - Bring your daughter...to the slaughter | Lyrics | Tekst piosenki

Honey it's getting close to midnight 

And all the myths are in town 

True love and lipstick on your linen 

Bite the pillow make no sound 

If there's some living to be done 

Before your life becomes your tomb 

You'd better know that I'm the one 

So unchain your back door invite me around 

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 

Let her go, let her go, let her go 

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 

Let her go, let her go, let her go 

Let her go! yeah!

Honey it's getting close to daybreak 

The sun is creeping in the sky 

No patent remedies for heartache 

Just empty words and humble pie 

So get down on your kneees honey 

Assume an attitude 

You just pray that I'll be waiting 

'Cause you know I'm coming soon 

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 

Let her go, let her go, let her go 

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter 

Let her go, let her go, let her go 

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back 

No where, no way, no place to hide 

Bring in your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Bring in your daughter

To the slaughter

Bring in your daughter

Fetch your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Fetch your daughter

Bring in your daughter

Fetch your daughter

To the slaughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Let her go, let her go, let her go

I'm coming to get you now!

Iron Maiden - 2 Minutes to midnight

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight...all night...

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