Tattooed boys with expensive toys. Living in a bubble of sin. Money can buy you most of anything. Fix your nose or the mess your in. Front page news you can share your views. With a population that wants to be like you. Out on the strip. Out on the tiles. Same old greed behind the PR smiles. You and all your entourage. To me your all the same. You and all your entourage. Playing foolish games. I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't want to be a tattooed millionaire. He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child. EX mud queen of Miami. In his stretch cadillac, he keeps her in the back. With his CD player and his bottle of Jack. LA dude. LA Attitude. Laid back, selfish and getting fat. Body gaurds, Porn Stars, Gold credit cards. Using each other. Running for cover. I don't want your big city shining. I don't want your silver lining. I don't want to be a tattooed millionaire.
Written by: BRUCE DICKINSON, JANICK GERS
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