Confeos - Bruce Dickinson

In the smoky haze, she was dancing free

Should’ve ordered one but I ordered three

Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too

So I ordered four and I hit the floor

On the count of five, I was still alive

At the stroke of six, I picked a drink to mix

At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven

As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate

You’re in the spotlight

And I’m running out of time

You’re in the spotlight

The wheels of your life starts now

Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah

May I approach from behind, yeah

Tell me what sin was on your mind, yeah

Start confessing to your crimes, yeah

Well, I tried to come but I was already there

Did I arrive too soon?

Well better late than never

When I come again, you will know it’s time

Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme

Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke

Any last words from the fiery folk

You’re in the spotlight

And I’m running out of time

You’re in the spotlight

The wheels of your life starts now

Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah

May I approach from behind, yeah

Start confessing to your crimes, yeah

Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah

Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun

Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one

Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah

Start confessing to your crimes, yeah

Tell me what sin is on your mind, yeah

Start confessing to your crimes, yeah