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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Leadgesang
Janick Gers
Janick Gers
Gitarre
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Bass
Nicko McBrain
Nicko McBrain
Schlagzeug
Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Gitarre
Michael Kenney
Michael Kenney
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Songwriter:in
Janick Gers
Janick Gers
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mick McKenna
Mick McKenna
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Produzent:in
Martin Birch
Martin Birch
Produzent:in
Ade Emsley
Ade Emsley
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Tony Newton
Tony Newton
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We live our lives in fever
In a choking sweat of fear
In the heat of the night you can feel so much
In the heat of the night I scream, "Don't touch!"
[Verse 2]
I remember a time when we used and abused
We fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
In the heat of the night... bodies aflame
[Verse 3]
We live in fever...
[Verse 4]
I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares till somebody famous dies...
[Verse 5]
I remember a time when we used and abused
And we fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
In the heat of the night... bodies aflame
[Verse 6]
We live in fever...
We live in fever...
[Verse 7]
Now we live in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key—to what you want to be
You don't get a say
The majority gets it's way
You're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die...
[Verse 8]
I hear your silent heartbeat, I hear your silent cries
Oh, they're just telling lies and lies
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares 'til somebody famous dies...
They're telling lies and lies...
[Verse 9]
I remember a time when we used and abused
Ah, it was just lies
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
When it was just lies and lies...
Hear the night
[Verse 10]
We live in fever...
We live in fever...
We live in fever...
[Verse 11]
Now we live in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key—to what you want to be
You don't get a say
The majority gets it's way
You're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die...
Written by: Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers
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