(Dickinson/Smith)



Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding

Like a swirling vulture on your face

Every hour the unseen rays devour

Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind



Father, forgive me my sins

Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in



The road to hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to hell is full of good intentions

Get on the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets



Brave new world of secret fantasy

That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp

Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill

Price for failure of your will



Father, forgive us our sins

'Cause we're all the junkies who never can win



The road to hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to hell is full of good intentions

Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets



Father, forgive me my sins

Give me the nails, I'll hammer them in



The road to hell is full of good intentions

Parody of hope is the one that I must kill

We all have to live with our family inventions

Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets



The road to hell is full of good intentions

Say farewell, we may never meet again

The road to hell is full of good intentions

Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets