Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Skunkworks

What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight? 
Joined at the hip to a million-volt switch of the light – alright 
You want to find out, what the planet’s about 
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky... 


Your eyes are black as they see the red ball of the sun, 
and they’re blind 
Dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind 
Cruel, but it’s kind 


Like father, like son, chop off the head and the body lives on 
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky... 


Like father, like son, chop off the head and the body lives on 
Heaven that made you has screwed you and laughed 
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky...