Bruce Dickinson

What would induce you to swear your allegiance to god, tonight?
Joined at the hip to a million-volt switch of the light - alright
You want to find out what the planets about?
Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky...
Your eyes are black as they see the red ball of the sun
And theyre blind
Dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind
Cruel, but its kind