No Lies

(B. Dickinson) 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, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
Waiting 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 around here babe - you're leaving soon On the run from a country from the law Well, here's a safe place behind every front door Wanna wonder where the guide book doesn't go Watching the windows - part of the sideshow No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh Where the money men's wallets bleed Where the fat cat winners fill their needs Where the vicar goes for his sins Where the stick up artists get stuck in Look around here it's no big deal For an ounce of pleasure or a five-minute feel Riding sidesaddle on a rented machine Hang on loosely - part of the scene No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh
No lies, no angels, no heaven, oh, oh, oh