Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Alive In Studio A (cd 2) [Alive At The Marquee]

You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools 
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules 
But you can’t take a mother and give her back her son 
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun? 


People like to build their prison walls 
When they’re afraid to look inside a 


Thousand points of light 
Are the muzzle flashes in the night 
And the freedoms you profess to hold 
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold 


Political speaches they’re laying in the mud 
Nothing else matters but money and blood 
Tell me your freedom is do what you like 
There’s a world gone crazy ‘cause it can’t say no 


People like to build their prison walls 
When they’re afraid to look inside a 


Thousand points of light 
Are the muzzle flashes in the night 
And the freedoms you profess to hold 
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold 


A thousand points of light 
Are the muzzle flashes in the night 
And the freedoms you profess to hold 
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold 


There should be time for love 
But there’s too much room for hate 
Too much sliding of the truth 
Too much abuse of wasted youth 
There’s a time for dying and a time for living too 
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis 


A thousand points of light 
Are the muzzle flashes in the night 
And the freedoms you profess to hold 
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold 
A thousand points of light 
Are the muzzle flashes in the night 
And the freedoms you profess to hold 
Won’t bring the dead back from the cold