Bruce Dickinson - No Lies

No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels No lies, no angels, no lies, no angels No Heaven, no Heaven, no lies No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven Waitin' on a corner of a red light street Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet By the light of a street light moon If you hang 'round here babe, you're leavin' soon On the run from a country, from the law Well, here's a safe place behind every front door Wanna wander where the guide book doesn't go Watchin' the windows, part of the sideshow No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven Where the money men's wallets bleed Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs Where the vicar goes for his sin Where the stick up artist gets stuck in Oh, look around here it's no big deal For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel Riding side saddle on a rented machine Hang on loosely, part of the scene No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven No lies, no angels, no Heaven