Gonna tell you a story, On a cold winter's night You've been sailing for glory, Before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you It's my personal snake oil, It's just something I do
I'm the jester with no tears, And I'm playing on your fears I'm a trickster smiling underneath This mask of love and death The eternal lie I've told About the pyramids of gold I've got you hooked at every turn Your money's left to burn
(hahaha)
You'll be wanting a contract Ha! You'll be waiting awhile I'd like to give you my contact, But that isn't my style Well you only get one chance And it's too good to miss If I didn't lie to ya, then I wouldn't exist
Greed, lust and envy cry, It's the same old same old lie The Smoke and mirrors, Visions that you see are just like me I'm a clever man Whose face is just a little outta place I know Someone just like you Knows someone just like me
El Dorado come and play El Dorado stuck this way Take a ticket for the ride
El Dorado streets of gold See the ship is almost sold You got one last chance to try
So gone is the glory, And gone is the gold Well if you knew the story, How come it has to be told Well you can say I'm a devil And I wouldn't say no But out here on the darkside, Hey! on with the show
So then my tale is told, Big and bad and twice as bold This Ship of fools is sinking, As the cracks begin to grow There is no easy way, For an honest man today Which is something you should think of As my lifeboat sails away
El Dorado come and play El Dorado stuck this way Take a ticket for the ride
El Dorado streets of gold See the ship is almost sold You got one last chance to try
El Dorado come and play El Dorado's left this way Take a ticket for the ride
El Dorado streets of gold See the ship is almost sold You got one last chance to try
Compositores: Paul Bruce Dickinson (Bruce Bruce), Stephen Percy Harris (Steve Harris), Adrian Frederick Smith (Adrian Smith) ECAD: Obra #26152540 Fonograma #2082491