Road To Hell - Bruce Dickinson

Slowly bleeding

Watch the vortex feeding

Like a swirling vulture on your face

Every hour, the unseen rays devour

Your screaming eyes cry out

But they are blind

Father, forgive me my sins

Give me the nails

I’ll hammer them in

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Down the left hand highway

With no sinister regrets

Brave new world of secret fantasy

That hovers just beyond

Your bloody grasp

Close enough to thrill

The danger of the kill

Price for failure of your will

Father, forgive us our sins

Cause we’re all the junkies

Who never can win

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Down the left hand highway

With no sinister regrets

Father, forgive me my sins

Give me the nails

I’ll hammer them in

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Parody of hope is the one that I must kill

We all have to live

With our family inventions

Down the left hand highway

With no sinister regrets

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to Hell is full of good intentions

Down the left hand highway

With no sinister regrets