Bruce Dickinson

Hey, you wait - cringing in the dark
You create what you always fear
A puppet of hatred, dishing out poison
You use me for bait (bait) - your begging bowl of lies
Chain letters of sniveling compromise
I can smell the difference
Your truth and your fiction
You and your twisted convictions
Were you my friend when I belonged?
Were you my friend when I was strong?
Were you my friend when I was weak?
Were you my friend when I was crawling, calling...
Out of my head?
Cold, like your blood
The snake is always cool (cool)
When things get tough
You slither on the ground
You cover up your tracks when Im around
(laughs)
(yeah)
Its over now, my friend
Your dog has had its day