Paul Bruce Dickinson je zpěvák, skladatel, šermíř a pilot, který se nejvíce proslavil působení v heavymetalové skupině Iron Maiden. Do roku 1980 působil v kapele Samson, ale v roce 1981 se připojil k Iron Maiden. Jeho první nahrávka s Iron Maiden...

Píseň: Son Of A Gun

Interpret:
Bruce Dickinson
Album:
Tattooed Millionaire
Holy was the preacher 
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun 
This was no grim reaper, but a man with a 
Smile who took a pride in a job well done 
Oh in a bloodred sunrise 
He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die 
Die, die, die… 


Just a God given holy roller 
In a God forsaken land 
He didn't choose this killing ground 
He didn't want this scrap of land 
He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah 
And make the rivers run dry 
Until we learn to hate like him 
Oh kill for killing, live to die 


Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah 
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun 


You gotta be a hero 
For one last time 
To prove through your destruction 
Killing is a great way of life 
There's a wooden cross somewhere 
Where they'll bury you down deep 
You lie to your people, you lie to yourself 
You're in love with death, you've got no shame 


Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah 
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun 


The preacher laughed, the preacher cried 
He loaded bullets as he smiled 
The congregation sat and wondered would they live or 
would they die? 
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans 
In the shadows of a cross 
Oh in a bloodred sunrise 
Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide 


Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah, yeah 
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun 
Ride on you son of a gun, oh yeah 


Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah 
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah 
Ride on, ride to history 


Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart 
Ride on, ride on, you played no part 
Ride on, you feel no pity 
Ride on, you feel no pain 


Ride into history