1000 Points Of Light Lyrics - Balls To Picasso - Bruce Dickinson

You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools 

You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules 

But you can't take a mother and give her back her son 

Hey what kind of freedom is bought with a gun? 

People like to build their prison walls 

When they're afraid to look inside 

A thousand points of light 

Are the muzzle flashes in the night 

And the freedoms you profess to hold 

Won't bring the dead back from the cold 

Political speeches, they're lying in the mud 

Nothing else matters but money and blood 

Tyranny of freedom is do what you like 

And there's a world gone crazy, 'cos it can't say no 

People like to build their prison walls 

When they're afraid to look inside 

A thousand points of light 

Are the muzzle flashes in the night 

And the freedoms you profess to hold 

Won't bring the dead back from the cold 

A thousand points of light 

Are the muzzle flashes in the night 

And the freedoms you profess to hold 

Won't bring the dead back from the cold 

There should be time for love 

But there's too much room for hate 

Too much sliding of the truth 

Too much abuse of wasted youth 

There's a time for dying 

And a time for living, too 

I've had enough of media lies 

Had enough of your alibis 

A thousand points of light 

Are the muzzle flashes in the night 

And the freedoms you profess to hold 

Won't bring the dead back from the cold 

A thousand points of light 

Are the muzzle flashes in the night 

And the freedoms you profess to hold 

Won't bring the dead back from the cold