Woorden: Bruce Dickinson. Balls To Picasso. Hell No.

There's a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours of the night
You can swear on your Bible
Or cut the throat of your rival

I've been taking my life in my hands
And I'm making new plants, yeah
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown

Hell, hell no
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight
Oh where did we go wrong?

There's a place in the misty air
Not a million miles away from here
You can make it your own place
Now, you can change your own face

I've been taking my life in my hands
Now I'm making new plans, yeah
Now I'm starting my life on my own
In the virgin unknown

Hell, hell no
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight
Oh where did we go wrong?

Hell, hell no
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight
Oh where did we go wrong?

If you can't really say what you don't really know
Then you don't really know what you can't really say
If you can't really say what you don't really know
Then you don't really know what you can't really say
If you can't really say what you don't really know
Then you don't really know what you can't really say
If you can't really say what you don't really know
Then you don't really know what you can't really say

Screaming out, hell no
Looking for, hell no
On the street singing, hell no
Defiant as, hell no
On his knees, hell no
Praying for, hell no
On his knees saying
"Hell no, hell no"
One, two, three, four

Hell, hell no
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight
Oh where do we belong?

Hell, hell no
Oh where do we belong?
In this place, where we fight
Oh where did we go wrong?