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  • Fuel
  • The Memory Remains
  • Devil's Dance
  • The Unforgiven II
  • Better Than You
  • Slither
  • Carpe Diem Baby
  • Bad Seed
  • Where the Wild Things Are
  • Prince Charming
  • Low Man's Lyrics
  • Attitude
  • Fixxxer


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    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

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved