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
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!
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
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!
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Writer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson
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