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The Breeding House - Bruce Dickinson
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The Breeding House Bruce Dickinson

The Breeding House - Bruce Dickinson
[Instrumental Intro]
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 1]
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 science was his game, justified by war
His spawn lay in the freezer
The killers that bore his name

[Chorus]
The breeding house, you were there
And the sins of your fathers, in the breeding house
The breeding house, 731
The sins of your fathers are the sins of your sons

[Verse 2]
Maybe within childhood he pulled off spider's legs
Now he's a big boy playing with big boy's toys
Playing games he won't forget
A contract for some research, a pay cheque in the mail
Their secret death defended by the ones that should have ended it

[Pre-Chorus]
Angels of death in your white coats, so serene
Devising ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene
While Washington was bluffing about knickers and G-strings
Their men were busy hiding evil things, evil things
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