22 Acatia Avenue [live '83] Songtext
von Iron Maiden
22 Acatia Avenue [live '83] Songtext
Number 22
Number 22
Number 22 Acacia Avenue
Alright let me see your hands together in the air now Hammersmith
If you′re feeling down, depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue
Meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you′re prepared to pay the price
15 quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
Scream to me Hammersmith
If you're waiting for a long time
For the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
You might even get it free
So any time you′re down the East End
Don′t you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it
She'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte, can′t you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men
Don′t you know the risk of getting disease?
Some time when you reach the age of 40
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won′t have any beautiful wares to show anymore
22, what is it? (The Avenue)
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light′s burning bright tonight
Charlotte, isn′t it time you stopped this mad life?
Don't you ever think about the bad times?
Why do you have to live this way?
Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay?
Sometimes when you′re strolling down the avenue
The way you walk, it makes men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
22 (The Avenue)
That′s the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light′s burning bright tonight
Beat her, mistreat her
Do anything that you please
Bite her, excite her
Make her get down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her
She can take all that you've got
Caress her, molest her
She always does what you want
You're running away, don′t you know what you′re doing?
Can't you see it′ll lead you to ruin?
Charlotte, you've taken your life, you′ve thrown it away
You believe because what you're earning
Your life′s good, know that it's hurting
All the people that love you, don't cast them aside
All the men constantly drooling
It′s no life for you, stop all that screwing
You′re packing your bags, you're coming with me
Number 22
Number 22 Acacia Avenue
Alright let me see your hands together in the air now Hammersmith
If you′re feeling down, depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue
Meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you′re prepared to pay the price
15 quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
Scream to me Hammersmith
If you're waiting for a long time
For the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
You might even get it free
So any time you′re down the East End
Don′t you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it
She'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte, can′t you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men
Don′t you know the risk of getting disease?
Some time when you reach the age of 40
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won′t have any beautiful wares to show anymore
22, what is it? (The Avenue)
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light′s burning bright tonight
Charlotte, isn′t it time you stopped this mad life?
Don't you ever think about the bad times?
Why do you have to live this way?
Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay?
Sometimes when you′re strolling down the avenue
The way you walk, it makes men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
22 (The Avenue)
That′s the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light′s burning bright tonight
Beat her, mistreat her
Do anything that you please
Bite her, excite her
Make her get down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her
She can take all that you've got
Caress her, molest her
She always does what you want
You're running away, don′t you know what you′re doing?
Can't you see it′ll lead you to ruin?
Charlotte, you've taken your life, you′ve thrown it away
You believe because what you're earning
Your life′s good, know that it's hurting
All the people that love you, don't cast them aside
All the men constantly drooling
It′s no life for you, stop all that screwing
You′re packing your bags, you're coming with me
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Adrian Frederick Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
