Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Balls To Picasso

There’s a secret that we all share 
In the darkest hours of the night 
You could swear on your bible 
Cut the throat of you rival 


I've been taken my life in my hands 
And I'm making new plans, yeah 
Now I'm starting my life on my own 
In the virgin unknown 


Hell, hell no, oh where do we belong? 
In this place where we fight
Oh, where do we belong? 


There's a place in the misty air 
Not a million miles away from here 
You can make it your own place 
Oh, you can change your own face 


I've been taken my life in my hands 
And I'm making new plans, yeah 
Now I'm starting my life on my own 
In the virgin unknown 


Hell, hell no, oh, where do we belong? 
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong? 
Screaming hell, hell no, oh where do we belong? 
In this place, where we fight
Oh where do we go wrong? 


Screaming out hell no, shouting out hell no 
On his knees singing hell no, defiant as hell no 
On the streets singing hell no
Still looking for hell no 
On his knees singing hell no
Hell no, one, two, three, four... 


Hell, hell no, oh, where do we belong? 
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong? 
Screaming hell, hell no, oh, where do we belong? 
In this place where we fight
Oh, where did we go wrong?