paroles de chanson The Breeding House (2001 Remaster) - Bruce Dickinson
                                                The 
                                                breeding 
                                                house 
                                                stood 
                                                at 
                                                731,
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                was 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                working 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                worked 
                                                with 
                                                his 
                                                hands 
                                                and 
                                                prisoners
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                set 
                                                    a 
                                                judgement 
                                                on 
                                                his 
                                                fellow 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Secret 
                                                sight 
                                                was 
                                                his 
                                                game,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Justified 
                                                by 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                spawn 
                                                lay 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                freezer
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                killers 
                                                that 
                                                wore 
                                                his 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                breeding 
                                                house, 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sins 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                fathers,
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                breeding 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                breeding 
                                                house, 
                                                731
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sins 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                fathers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                the 
                                                sins 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                sons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                within 
                                                childhood
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                pulled 
                                                off 
                                                spiders 
                                                legs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                he's 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                boy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Playing 
                                                with 
                                                big 
                                                boys 
                                                toys
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                playing 
                                                games 
                                                he 
                                                won't 
                                                forget
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                contract 
                                                for 
                                                some 
                                                research,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                paycheque 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mail
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                secret 
                                                that 
                                                defended
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                who 
                                                should 
                                                have 
                                                ended 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angels 
                                                of 
                                                death 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                white 
                                                coat
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                thousand 
                                                ways 
                                                of 
                                                dying,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                obscene, 
                                                so 
                                                obscene
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Washington 
                                                was 
                                                blaffened
 
                                    
                                
                                                About 
                                                knickers 
                                                and 
                                                G-strings
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                men 
                                                were 
                                                busy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hiding 
                                                evil 
                                                things, 
                                                evil 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                carnival,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                to 
                                                witness 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                deformity,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Human 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                double-blind 
                                                experiment
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                who's 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                to 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                fifty 
                                                year 
                                                conspiracy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                murders 
                                                and 
                                                of 
                                                lies
 
                                    
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