BACK FROM THE EDGE Americans are behind (C. Dale) Back from the edge, CDS 2 It started in Greenwich mean time and it's different from ?????? ????? ????? Americans are behind, Americans are behind Americans are behind, Americans are behind Well I ?? on the telephone, trying to pull his hours I'm smoking for that answer phone, some shay mothery cow She said: "???, have a nice day" But there's no moonlighting, baby, if you are behind in the USA Americans are behind, Americans are behind Americans are behind, Americans are behind America's gotta move on now Good God Polly how they dressed get that thing inside their trousers, god damn SOLO In the webster's, you would all be having a jolly good time At the false stroke if I mean ?????? ?????? ??????? Oh yeah Americans are behind, Americans are behind Americans are behind, Americans are behind Americans are behind, Americans are behind Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Precisely! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Armchair hero (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson) Back from the edge, CDS 1 You want a toy, you wanna go from your armchair things, you know Secret plan, conspiracy, little people all around You curse love, you curse hate, you curse your life, you curse your fate Whatever you can If only you could learn (x2) Narrow vision, that's the way, you find it helps you through the day Too many reasons to believe, no time to understand The clock is ticking like a bomb, subversive waiting, going home your only certainty If only you could learn (x2) If only, if only, if only, if only, if only you could learn CHORUS: Victim, rival, on your knees Victim of your own disease Make my day why don't you From your armchair you're a hero SOLO If only you could learn (x2) If only, if only, if only, if only, if only you could learn REPEAT CHORUS Screaming beauty suicide So cynical you never tried To understand the reasons From your armchair you're a hero If only you could learn (x3) If only, if only, if only, if only, if only you could learn God's not coming back (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson) Back from the edge, CDS 1 I'm standing by the three kings and I thought a saw a star I could smell the holy spirit it was coming from the bar CHORUS: It's magic they say, back from the dead It's not Christmas yet... God's not coming back! God's not coming back! He turned my water into wine, he fixed my table legs just fine Two ton rocks he rolled away, leper to cure every Sunday REPEAT CHORUS Hanging with a mandolin he never dug the little queen You looked like Ian Gillan but I bet you couldn't scream REPEAT CHORUS God's not coming back! God's not coming back! Oh well... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm in a band with an Italian drummer (C. Dale) Back from the edge, 7" Pic disc CHORUS: I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall on his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He just gets faster he's always faster He smokes magalloni, makes good rigatoni His cocks too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands on blisters when he talks about sisters He talks bagalloni, he eats magatoni ?? smelly old bricks When he plays his drums it sounds like this REPEAT CHORUS He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion He never takes a rest in chasing breasts and legs He hates Billy Chrystal but he still likes Kiss When he plays his drums it sounds like this The character described in this song are fictional and, in comparison what he lives for ?? ?? and order ?? purely incidental and unintentional He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands on blisters when he talks about sisters He talks bagalloni, he eats magatoni His snakes on his scissors ?? ?? when he plays his drums then it sounds like this I'm in a band with an Italian drummer I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity) You know, son... It's like this you see. We've been down the pub one night and he said... ?? geezer ??? on the pub ??? that's why we gave him a fucking saxophone and he ?? to use it, a fucking trumpet Fucking ??, you know, aye, you know, aye It's really saxophone player You put this drummer on stage and I was a stunned really there's nothing we can do about it really R 101 (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson) Back from the edge, CDS 2 Don't started what you say to me and what you see it's not for sale I'm a cold started, don't you hang your head on my pack bin you're big, red, hard I mash your tail I'm cold, hard and I'm mean and bad and virtuous and every bad thing I could ever be Tried to be careful, say I'd never do that again Someone dealt out my cards and sometimes it just falls out wrong It's not the thing I meant to do It's not the place I want to be Guess I'll keep on walking, baby, motown's gonna give me some clue... of what to do Can I travel on the sunny side when I think of where to hang my feet and what to do You'd better watch out how you drive that thing Bidda-little-do spider's done it's dancing in the rain Tried a little shuffle but I never had the chance to move Try a different tune --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Re-entry (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson) Back from the edge, CDS 2 Say goodbye to it's children on a sleigh-ride to the moon Moonlight in the distance, not sorry I'm leaving you Now and then the earth dries, fills my eye Now and then the dark side fills the sky Turn around the starlight walks my skin Even in the blackness there's a tune Now that I'm not with you I close my eyes and dream Remember all my days as a prisoner of gravity I lived a piece of history and the future has begun Sat here with my feet hung up and nowhere is my home Now and then the earth dries, fills my dreams Squeeze my breast in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight walks my skin Every day in the blackness we begin We begin SOLO Now and then the earth dries, fills my eye Squeeze my breast in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight walks my skin Every day in the blackness we begin Welcome back to the human race so very far from home I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on I lived this room of sadness when the firing had begun To leave behind your mayhem, your chemistry of me Oh! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rescue day (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson) Back from the edge, CDS 1 You don't know your ??, like you he's never been free He looks just like he does and he's like a sense of his own reward Who needs freedom anyway when you've got a golden cage What I call isolation you might call a passion play CHORUS: How long have you been here? You really can't say How long will you stay, who cares anyway? It's a rescue day (x3) Hey, hey, hey, hey What's the use in fighting battles that you can't loose You're here by an invitation and others might refuse Escape is intentation but it's much too tough to choose That's why I'm standing out here, that's why I'm waiting out here REPEAT CHORUS It's a rescue day, another rescue day, It's a rescue day, hey, hey, hey, hey SOLO You build walls to keep me out, I'm living to keep you in Whatever tale ?? you chose right now, your house is not your friend REPEAT CHORUS It's a rescue day, another rescue day, It's a rescue day, hey, hey, hey, hey SOLO Rescue day! (x2)
