Texty: Iron Maiden. The Number Of The Beast. Gangland.

Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave
You're running today maybe tomorrow you'll be saved
You pray for daylight to save you for a while
You wonder if your children will face the killer's smile

Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, murder's up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, where the jail birds die

Face at the window leers into your own
But it's only your reflection still you tremble in your bones
How long can you hide? How long till they come?
A rat in a trap but you've got to survive

Once you were glad to be free for a while
The air tasted good and the world was your friend
Then came the day when the hard times began
Now you're alone but alive for how long?

Dead men, tell no tales
In gangland, the murder's up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
In gangland, where the jail birds die

Aaa aaa com' on

A knife at your throat another body on the pile
A contract to keep and it's service with a smile
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain
Death on the streets or a blackened out jail

Dead men, tell no tales
In gangland, murder's up for sale
Dead men, tell no tales
Gangland, where the jail birds die

Dead men
Dead men
No more
In gangland you tell no tales