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Tekstovi: Iron Maiden. Edward The Great. Holy Smoke.

Believe in me - send us money

Died on the cross, that ain't funny

But my so called friends are making me a joke

They missed out what I said like I never spoke

They choose what they wanna hear - don't tell a lie

They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die

Saving your soul by taking your money

Flies round shit, bees around honey


Holy smoke, holy smoke, there's plenty bad preachers

For the devil to stoke

Feed'em in feet first this is no joke

This is thirsty work, making holy smoke


Jimmy Reptile and all his friends

Say they gonna be with you at the end

Burning records, burning books

Holy soldiers, Nazi looks

Crocodile smiles just wait a while


Till the TV Queen gets her make-up clean

I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin

And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in


Holy smoke, holy smoke, there's plenty bad preachers

For the devil to stoke

Feed'em in feet first this is no joke

This is thirsty work, making holy smoke


They ain't religious, but they ain't no fools

When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool

Two by two they're still going down

And the Satellite Circus just left town

I think they're strange and when they're dead

They can have a lincoln for their bed

Friend of the president - trick of the tail

Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail

Edward The Great