MERCY MERCY
i can't so i won't stand
up chuck break luck
look for the splinters you might see where they come in
go down, sweet yardley
i won't let you fall down, sweet yardley
i won't let you fall down, here, now
ah- god damn the guts and the gore
nobody's crying 'cause there's no one to score for
come up sweet randy
i won't let you fall -what you got to lose?
what you got to prove?
who you gonna screw down here? ..now
here now ..i am.. here now..i am... here... now...
your life is about to-to come
away from the mirror i
The Duellists
(Steve Harris)
He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don't have a chance.
CHORUS
OH...OH...Fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for the pleasure
OH...OH...Fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for your life!
Ready to start the duel begins the best man wins in the end.
A lunge and a feint, a parry too late
A cut to the chest and you're down
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain
Feeling the sweat on your brow.
CHORUS
The fighting resumes, a silence looms the swordsmen move 'gainst each
other
A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow, a stab to the heart and you're down
The Angel of Death hears your last breath
Meanwhile the Reaper looks on.
CHORUS
OH...OH...Fought the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought for the pleasure
OH...OH...Fought for the honour
fought for the splendour
Fought to the death