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BRUCE DICKINSON
Balls to Picasso 1994
Hell No текст песни
Hell No
There's a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours of the night
You can swear on your bible...
Cut the throat of your rival
(woah-oah)
I've been taking my life in my hands
And I'm making new plans, yeah...
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown...
Hell, hell no
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we belong?
There's a place in the misty air
Not a million miles away from here
You can make it your own place
You can change your own face...
I've been taking my life in my hands
And I'm making new plans, yeah...
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown...
Hell, hell no
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we belong?
Screaming 'hell, hell no'
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we go wrong?
[chanted:]
If you don't really know what you can't really say
Then you can't really say what you don't really know
Screaming out 'hell no'
Shouting out 'hell no'
On his knees, singing 'hell no'
Defiant as hell, no
On the street, singing 'hell no'
Still looking for hell, no
On his knees, saying 'hell no, hell no'
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Hell, hell no
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong?
Screaming 'hell, hell no'
Oh, where do we belong?
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong?
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