Letra da Música Bring Your Daughter... To The Slaughter de Bruce Dickinson

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
So 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

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

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

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
To the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring 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
To the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

I'm coming get you, now!