Bring Your Daughter... To the Slaughter - Live In Finland - 1992

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
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, hey (to the slaughter)
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go

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
Get down on your knees, honey
Assume an attitude
You just pray that I'll be waiting
'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, hey (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

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, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Sing "Fetch your daughter

Bring your daughter (fetch your daughter), bring me your daughter (fetch your daughter)
Bring me your daughter (fetch 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, come on (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 me your daughter, bring your daughter, hey (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 getcha, Helsinki, fuck yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link