Vārdi:
Dickinson Bruce Tattooed Millionaire

Put and opening shot. Across your bows Got tunnel vision. Pull the sheets in now Let'em flap. Let'em rip This man of war gonna sink your ship Gonna blow

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

your entourage. Playing foolish games. [CHORUS:] I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

Tulkojums: Dickinson, Bruce. Tetovētiem miljonārs.

Tulkojums: Dickinson, Bruce. Tetovētiem miljonārs.

Born in a mining town in '58. When black and white TV was up to date. And men where still around. Who fought for freedom. Stood their ground and died

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be. Living in the shadows where there is no sun there is no breeze. Drinking stale water, having

[CHORUS:] No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. No lies. No angels. No heaven. oh.oh.oh.oh. Waiting

all your entourage. Playing foolish games. [CHORUS:] I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire