1000 Points Of Light lyrics

Song information

Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Album: Balls To Picasso

Lyrics

You can sail in the desert
With a ship of fools
You can smuggle in moses
And his book of rules
But you can't take a mother
And give her back her son
What kind of freedom
Is bought with a gun?

People like to build
Their own prison walls
When they're afraid
To look inside
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes
In the night
And the freedoms
You profess to hold
Won't bring the dead back
From the cold

Political speeches
They're lying in the mud
Nothing else matters
But money and blood
Tyranny of freedom
Is do what you like
There's a world gone crazy
'Cause he can't say no

People like to build
Their own prison walls
When they're afraid
To look inside
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes
In the night
And the freedoms
You profess to hold
Won't bring the dead back
From the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes
In the night
And the freedoms
You profess to hold
Won't bring the dead back
From the cold

What is that produces the light?
What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?
What is it that will make america a kinder and gentler nation?
Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?

There should be time for love
But there's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth

There should be time for love
And a time for living, too
Had enough of media lies
Had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes
In the night
And the freedoms
You profess to hold
Won't bring the dead back
From the cold
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes
In the night
And the freedoms
You profess to hold
Won't bring the dead back
From the cold

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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