Текст Bruce Dickinson – No Way Out… To Be Continued

Welcome to the world, young man
Welcome to the world that I have planned for you
It’s all come true
Welcome to the city’s gates,

Welcome to the searchlights and the TV eyes
Watching you, watching me

Welcome to you new apartment, welcome to your block of fear
You’re welcome here

Go away!

Locked inside a concrete cage with those cameras for my eyes
Outside are the population, the corpses and the flies

Got to keep my carpets clean,
you know there’s mites and rats and mites and
things living in a shagpile
Fear of death is my recipe for life and I’m
locked in and I like it that way

I see no way out of here
There is no way out of here
I see no way out of here

Here I sit at my windowbox, I put flowers on the rocks for you
I don’t put water on the cracks
because you know what cracks can do
Gotta keep myself secure, you know there’s
emotions, feelings, killer bugs live in a shagpile

Fear of death is the guarantee of safety and I’m
locked in and I like it that way

I see no way out of here
There is no way out of here

No way out!

Flowers in the window box are blooming
I pour water on the rocks so they won’t die
The pattern on the carpet shows I’m human
I don’t step on the foolish cracks, so I won’t fry

The sky is blue, the weather seems appealing
I lay my hand upon the armoured glass
No more blood, I think my wound is healing
Should I open it up, give it a try?

Welcome to the world, young man
Welcome to the world that I have planned for you
It’s all come true
Welcome to the city’s gates,
camps of concentration for the poor
But not at your door

Welcome to the searchlights and the TV-eyes
Watching me, watching you, watching me

I see no way out of here
There is no way out of here
I see no way out of here