Holy Smoke

(Harris, Dickinson)
Believe in me and send no money, I died on the cross and that ain't funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke, they missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - don't tell a lie, they just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money, flies round shit, bees around honey

Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke, this is thirsty work making holy smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books, holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while, till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin, and I still smell cleaner that the shit you're in

Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke, this is thirsty work making holy smoke
(2:09-Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:31-Solo: Dave Murray)

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools, when Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going down, and the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're dead they can have a Lincoln for their bed