Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue (Live After Death) | Текст песни

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Written by: (Harris/Smith)

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
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time
For the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
And you might even get it free

So anytime 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?

Someday when you're reaching the age of forty
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, 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 your lay or is it the pay?

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make 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
And you've thrown it away

You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good, don't you know that it's hurting?
All the people that love you
Don't cast them aside

All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you, stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags
You're coming with me