Interpret:

Bruce Dickinson

Album:

Scream For Me Brazil

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 lefthand 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 are 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 lefthand 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 lefthand 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 lefthand highway with no sinister regrets