You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
Political speaches theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a world gone crazy ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂcause it canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't say no
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
There should be time for love
But thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
Bruce Dickinson - 1000 Points Of Light Lyrics
Bruce Dickinson - 1000 Points Of Light Lyrics
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You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
Political speaches theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a world gone crazy ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂcause it canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't say no
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
There should be time for love
But thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
You can smuggle in Mozes and his book of rules
But you canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't take a mother and give her back her son
What kind of freedom is bought with a gun?
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
Political speaches theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're laying in the mud
Nothing else matters but money and blood
Tell me your freedom is do what you like
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a world gone crazy ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂcause it canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't say no
People like to build their prison walls
When theyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're afraid to look inside a
Thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
There should be time for love
But thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too much room for hate
Too much sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's a time for dying and a time for living too
Had enough of realize, had enough of your alibis
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'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
WonÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't bring the dead back from the cold
Writer: BRUCE DICKINSON, ROGER J. RAMIREZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group