Holy Smoke

Reprinted form "No Prayer For the Dying," album LP by Iron Maiden.
Written by Steve Harris and Bruce Dickinson.

© 1990 Iron Maiden Holdings, Ltd.
© 1990 CBS Records Inc.

Believe in me - send us money
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 - the don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die.
Saving your soul 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.