Die With Your Boots On

Yeah, another prophet of disaster
Who says this ship is lost
Another prophet of disaster
Leaving you to count the cost

Taunting us with visions
Afflicting us with fear
Predicting war for millions
In the hope that one appears

No point askin', when it is
No point askin', who's to go
No point askin', what's the game
No point askin', who's to blame

'Cos, if you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well, stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
Gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well, stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die

13, the beast is rising
The Frenchman did surmise
Through earthquakes and starvation
The warlord will arise
Terror, death, destruction
Pour from the eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions
Is always in your hands

No point askin', when it is
No point askin', who's to go
No point askin', what's the game
No point askin', who's to blame

'Cos, if you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, (If you're gonna die)
If you're gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well, stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die
Gonna die, die with your boots on
If you're gonna try, well, stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you're gonna die, you're gonna die



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson, Stephen Percy Harris, Adrian Frederick Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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