Texty písní Bruce Dickinson

Bruce Dickinson

Armchair Hero

You wanna talk? you wanna go?

From your armchair things you know

Secret plans, conspiracy

Little people all around

You curse love, you curse hate

You curse you life, you curse your face

Whatever you can be

If only you could learn

If only you could learn

Narrow-vision, that's the way

It finally helps you through the day

Too many reasons to believe

No time to understand

The clock is ticking like bomb

Subversive things that's going on

Your only certainty

If only you could learn

Victim gravel on your knees

Victim of your own disease

Make my day, why don't ya?

From your armchair, you're a hero

Screaming beauty, suicide

So cynical, you never tried

To understand the reasons

From your armchair you're a hero

If only you could learn

If only, If only, If only

If only you could learn