Bruce Dickinson

No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No heaven, no heaven
No lies
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
No lies, no angels, no heaven (woah)
Waiting on a corner of a red light street
Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet
By the light of a street light moon
If you hang around here, babe - youre leaving soon
On the run from the country, from the law
Well, heres a safe place behind every front door