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Holy Smoke

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Believe in me and
Send no money
I died on the cross
That ain't funny
But my so called friends
They're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like
I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear
Don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth
As they're watching you die
They're saving their souls
By taking your money
Flies around shit
Bees around honey

Holy smoke

Plenty bad preachers
For the Devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first
This is no joke
This is thirsty work

Making holy smoke

Jimmy Reptile
And all his friends
Say they're gonna be with you
At the end
Burning records
Burning books
Holy soldiers
Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles
Just wait a while
Till the TV Queen
Gets her make-up clean
I've lived in filth
I've lived in sin
And I still smells cleaner
Than the shit you're in

Holy smoke

Their's plenty bad preachers
For the Devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first
This is no joke
This is thirsty work making

Holy smoke

Smells good

They ain't religious
But they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac
It was cool
Two by two
They're still going down
And the satellite circus
Just left town
I think they're strange
And when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln
For their bed
Friend of the president
Trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer
100 years in jail

Holy smoke

Plenty bad preachers
For the devil to stoke
Feed 'em in feet first
This is no joke
This is thirsty work making

Holy smoke


Writer/s: Bruce Dickinson / Steve Harris