road to hell
bruce dickinson
like a swirling vulture on your face
every hour the unseen rays devour
your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind
the road to hell is full of good intentions
the road to hell is full of good intentions
travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
brave new world of secret fantasy
that hovers just beyond your bloody grasp
price for failure of your will
'cause we're all the junkies who never can win
the road to hell is full of good intentions
the road to hell is full of good intentions
travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
the road to hell is full of good intentions
parody of hope is the one that i must kill
we all have to live with our family inventions
travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
the road to hell is full of good intentions
the road to hell is full of good intentions
travel left-hand highway with no sinister regrets