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Fuel
Gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
One hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em, man, white-knuckle tight
Through black and white
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And on I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the chrome
Take the corner, join the crash,
Headlights, head on, headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Lives way too fast
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And on I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
White-knuckle tight
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
My desire
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And on I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
Gimme fuel, gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
On I burn
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
THE MEMORY REMAINS
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere cheers of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Dance, little tin goddess
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
But the memory remains
To this faded prima donna
Dance, little tin goddess, dance
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
DEVIL'S DANCE
I feel you too
Feel those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That's wanting through
Deep inside you know the seeds I plant will grow
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
C'mon, c'mon now take the chance
That's right, let's dance
Snake, I am the snake
Tempting, that bite to take
Let me make your mind
Leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I've got what you need
Hunger I will feed
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
C'mon, c'mon now take the chance
Come dance
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
C'mon, c'mon now take the chance
I feel you too
Feel those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That's running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds I plant will grow
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
C'mon, c'mon now take the chance
That's right
Let's dance
It's nice to see you here
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
THE UNFORGIVEN II
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now but it's opened if you're true
If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you
Lay beside me, under wicked skies
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven, too?
Come beside me, this won't hurt, I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn to stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven, too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes, now I see it
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there? 'Cause I'm the one who waits
The one who waits for you
I take this key
And I bury it in you
Because you're unforgiven, too
Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven, too
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
BETTER THAN YOU
I look at you, then you, me
Hungry and thirsty are we
Holding the lion's share, holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be
Better than you
Better than you
Lock horns, I push and I strive
Somehow I feel more alive
Bury the need for it, bury the seed
Bury me deep when there's no will to be
Better than you
Better than you
Can't stop this train from rolling
Nothing brings me down
No, can't stop this train from rolling on and on, on
Forever on and on
Can't stop this train from rolling
You can't take it down
No, never stop this locomotion, on and on and on
No, you can't bring me down 'cause I'm
Better than you
Better than you
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
SLITHER
Don't go looking for snakes, you might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun, you might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Watch the puppets dancing
See the clowns fall down
Tie your tap shoes tightly
And wear them into town
See you crawlin'
See you crawlin' in
Don't go looking for snakes, you might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun, you might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
There ain't no heroes here, no, no more
Play the game so nicely
Check, it's your move now
We're standing in this jungle
With serpents I have found
See you crawlin'
See you crawlin' in
Don't go looking for snakes, you might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun, you might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
See you crawlin'
See you crawlin' in
So don't go looking for snakes, you might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun, you might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here, no
Haven't I seen you here before?
No there ain't no heroes here
Don't go looking for snakes, you might find them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
Don't send your eyes to the sun, you might blind them
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
CARPE DIEM BABY
Hit dirt
Shake tree
Split sky
Part sea
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Live, win
Dare, fail
Eat the dirt
And bite the nail
Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem, baby
Draw lead
Piss wine
Sink teeth
All mine
Stoke fire
Break neck
Suffer through this
Cheat on death
Hug the curve
Lose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem, baby
Live, win
Dare, fail
Eat dirt
Bite the nail
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Hug the curve
Lose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come make me miss you
Come carpe diem, baby
Come carpe diem, baby
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
BAD SEED
Come clean, fess up
Tell all, spill gut
Off the veil, stand revealed
Show the cards, bring it on, break the seal
Ladies and gentlemen,
step right up
And see the man who told
the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Now you're choking on
the bad seed
On the bad seed
Choking
Let on, load off
Confess, cast off
At the mercy, the cat is out
Drop the disguise, spit it up,
spit it out
And now, what you've all
been waiting for
I give you He Who Suffers
the Truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the
bad seed
Choking on the bad seed
Off the veil, stand revealed
Bring it on, break the seal
At the mercy, cat is out
Spit it up, spit it out
Spit it up, spit it out
Spit it out now
At the mercy
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Choking on the seed
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
You're choking on the bad seed
Off the veil, stand revealed
Bring it on, break the seal
At the mercy, cat is out
Spit it up, spit it out
Spit it up, spit it out
Spit it out now
Choking on the bad seed
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
So wake up, sleepy one
It's time to save your world
Steal dreams and give to you
Shoplift a thought or two
All children touch the sun
Burn fingers one by one, by one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up, sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Toy soldiers off to war
Big eyes to open soon
Believing all under sun and moon
But does heaven know you're here?
And did they give you smiles or tears?
No, no tears
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up, sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Toy soldiers off to war
You swing your rattle down
Call to arms, the trumpets sound
Toy horses start the charge
Robot chessmen standing guard
Hand puppets storm the beach
Fire trucks trapped out of reach
Hand puppets storm the beach
Fire trucks trapped out of reach
All clowns reinforce the rear
Slingshots fire into the air
All clowns reinforce the rear
Slingshots fire into the air
Stuffed bears hold the hill till death
Crossfire from the marionettes
Stuffed bears hold the hill till death
Crossfire from the marionettes
We shall never surrender
All you children touch the sun
Burn your fingers one by one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up, sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Toy soldiers off to war
Off to war
Off to war
So close your little eyes
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Jason Newsted
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
PRINCE CHARMING
There's a black cloud overhead
That's me
And the poison ivy chokes the tree
Again it's me
I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street you walk on by
I'm the little boy that pushes hard and makes it cry
There's a dirty needle in your child
Stick me
Empty bottles still in hand, still dead
Still me
I'm the suit and tie that bleeds the street and still wants more
I'm the forty-five that's in your mouth, I'm a dirty, dirty whore
Look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, look, it's me
What no one wants to see
See what you brought this world
Just what you want to see
Hey, Ma
Hey, Mom! Look, it's me
And he wants to be called “Father” now
Me again, me
The marks inside your arms spell me
Spell only me
I'm the nothing face that plants the bomb and strolls away
I'm the one who doesn't look quite right as children play
Look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, look, it's me
What no one wants to see
See what you brought this world
Just what you want you want to see
Hey, Ma
Hey, Ma! Look, it's me
Look up to me,
What to be and what to fear
Look up to me
Look, it's me. Like what you hear?
See right through me
See the one who can't be free
See right through me
Look, it's me, what no one wants to see
Now see the black cloud up ahead
That's me
And this poison ivy chokes the tree
Again it's me
And I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street you walk on by
I'm the little boy that pushes, pushes, makes it cry
Look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, look, it's me
What no one wants to see
See what you brought this world
Just what you want to see
Hey, Ma
Hey, Ma! Look, it's me
Hey, Ma
Hey, Ma! Look, it's me
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
LOW MAN'S LYRIC
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I've let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And you won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touch the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
So low, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry to the alleyway
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken to match my face
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
So low, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
ATTITUDE
Suppose I say "I'm never satisfied"
Suppose I say "You cut some root to make the tree survive"
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I'm oh so bored to death
I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
Whatever happened to sweat?
Suppose I say "The vultures smile at me"
Suppose I say "I've sent them down and they plan to pick you clean"
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone, gone
Gone again
I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
Whatever happened to sweat?
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I'm bored to death
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and
gone, gone
Gone again
I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throwing all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever?
Whatever happened to sweat?
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
FIXXXER
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins, they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or merely stumble
But tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin, jab another pin in me
Mirror, mirror, upon thy wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin, jab another pin in me
Blood for face, sweat for dirt
Three Xs for the stone
To break this curse a ritual's due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun, pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith, which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what Father's done?
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin, jab another pin in me
No more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
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