Iron Maiden (UK-1) : Wasted Years

NWOBHM / United-Kingdom
(1986 - EMI Records / Capitol Records / Pathe Marconi)
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1. WASTED YEARS

From the coast of gold
Across the seven seas
I'm travellin' on, far and wide
But now it seems
I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do
It isn't me but someone else

I close my eyes
And think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is
You never miss it 'til it's gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will be 'til my dying day

[Chorus]
So understand... Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up... Make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands
I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say
It's hard to make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry
And throw my hands up to the sky

[Chorus] (x3)


2. REACH OUT

It's over your head and you don't seem to understand
One word I say and you can't live your life, trying to run away

You're fighting your friends, you're wearing everybody out
But it never ends, you're wearing me out

[Chorus]
Come on
Reach out (Reach out)
And let someone into your life

Don't get me wrong, you always apologize
It's just your way of making a scene
You need to be loved, it's not such a crime

[Chorus] (x2)

I said... Over your head, you just don't seem to understand
One word I say and you can't live your life
You got so much love, it's burning inside

[Chorus] (x2)

Reach out (Reach out)
And let someone into your life


3. SHERIFF OF HUDDERSFIELD

"We have a mission from Rod'..."

Life in a city, living in L.A. is a long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the rainbow's a long way from Heaven but that's where he gets his pork pie
Limos and Ladies they're driving him queasy, rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy, your fan club says "Rodney come home"

[Chorus]
The sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on the Hollywood hills
The sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own hot rod on wheels

A good game of arrows, a few dozen barrels, the nautilus rusts in the yard
But for Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning, he'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket and never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker and playing the joker and he always cheats when he deals

[Chorus]

(Rodney's)
"Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong. When I were a lad, I could lift up five navies on an end of a shovel. The reason I never took martial arts because I was immensely fearsome and I'd probably killed everybody I came into contact with. I was phenomenally strong. Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego, is what makes the world rotate. And everybody knows that the centre of the universe is Huddersfield but I don't live there anymore. I live in Los Angeles. It's great. I think..."

Rufus the Red has a crane by his bed to wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed, you'll wish you'd never been born
A bear with a sore head, we don't mean your forehead, he slumbers for most of the day
Wide eyes and legless baked beans for breakfast, your problem Rodney is L.A.

[Chorus] (x2)

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