Lyrics Bruce Dickinson

Bruce Dickinson

Bring Your Daughter... to the Slaughter

Honey, it's getting close to midnight

And all the myths are still in town

True love and lipstick on your linen

Bite the pillow, make no sound

If there's some living to be done

Before your life becomes your tomb

You'd better know that I'm the one

So unchain your back door, and invite me around

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Let her go, ya hehhehe hehahha

Honey, it's getting close to daybreak

The sun is creeping in the sky

No patent remedies for heartache

Just empty words and humble pie

So get down on your knees honey

Assume an attitude

You just pray that I'll be waiting

Cos you know, you know I'm coming soon

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back

No where, no way, no place to hide, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter

Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter

Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the

slaughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the

slaughter

Let her go, let her go, let her go

Let her go, let her go, let her go

I'm coming to get you now!