I knew my teenage affair with Iron Maiden was over when I heard 'Living on a razors edge....balancing on a ledge', which to add insult to injury is repeated a number of times. As if either they didn't know it was stinky poo, or they did, but were trying to convince the listener it wasn't just an awful mistake by using it over and over.
They were brilliant until that moment, and awful forever after, like that one line broke the spell.