AIN'T MY BITCH

   Outta my way
   Outta my day
   Out of your mind and into mine

   Into no one
   Into not one
   Into your step but out of time

   Headstrong
   What's wrong?
   I've already heard this song before
   You arrived, but now it's time to kiss your ass goodbye

   Dragging me down
   Why you around?
   So useless

   It ain't my fall
   It ain't my call
   It ain't my bitch
   It ain't my bitch

   Down on the sun
   Down and no fun
   Down and out, where the hell you been?

   Damn it all down
   Damn it unbound
   Damn it all down to hell again

   Stand tall
   Can't fall
   Never even bend at all before
   You arrived, but now it's time to kiss your ass goodbye


   Dragging me down
   Why you around?
   So useless

   It ain't my fall
   It ain't my call
   It ain't my bitch

   Outta my way

   Outta my way
   Outta my day
   Out of your mind and into mine

   Into no one
   Into not one
   Into your step but out of time

   Headstrong
   What's wrong?
   I've already heard this song before
   You arrived, but now it's time to kiss your ass goodbye
   And now it's time to kiss your ass goodbye

   Dragging me down
   While you around?
   So useless

   It ain't my fall
   It ain't my call
   It ain't my bitch

   No way but down
   Why you're around
   No fooling


   It ain't my smile
   It ain't my style
   It ain't my bitch
   Oh, it ain't mine

   Ain't mine
   Your kind
   You're stepping out of time

   Ain't mine
   Your kind
   You're stepping out of time

   Taking me down
   Why you around
   No fooling

   It ain't my fall
   It ain't my call
   It ain't my bitch
   You ain't mine

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

2 x 4

   I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
   I'm gonna be the one who breaks you
   Put the screws to you, yeah, my way
   Yeah, come on and come on, come and make my day
   Make my day

   Got some hell to pay, I steal your thunder
   The joy of violent movement, pulls you under
   Bite the bullet, well hard
   Yeah, but I die harder, so go too far
   Too far

   Friction, fusion, retribution
   I can't hear you, talk to me
   I can't hear you, so talk to me
   I can't hear you, are you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, are you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, time to meet my lord
   I can't hear you, talk to two by four

   I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
   I'm gonna be that one who breaks you
   Put the screws to you, my way
   Hey, come on and come on, come and make my day
   Make my day


   Friction, fusion, retribution
   I can't hear you, talk to me
   I can't hear you, come talk to me
   I can't hear you, are you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, are you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, time to meet my lord
   I can't hear you, talk to two by four

   Talk to two by four
   It don't take no more

   Friction, fusion, retribution
   I'm gonna make you talk to me
   I'm gonna trick you, so talk to me
   I can't hear you, are you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, you talking to me?
   I can't hear you, time to meet my lord
   I can't hear you, talk to two by four
   She don't take no more

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

THE HOUSE JACK BUILT

   Open door, so I walk inside
   Close my eyes, find my place
   to hide
   And I shake as I take it in
   Let the show begin

   Open my eyes just to have them close again
   Well on my way, but on my way to where I've been
   It swallows me as it takes me in its fog
   I twist away as I give this world the nod

   Open door, so I walk inside
   Close my eyes, find my place to hide
   And I shake as I take it in
   Let the show begin

   Open my eyes just to have them closed once again
   Don't want control
   As it takes me down and down and down again
   Is that the moon or just a light that lights this dead-end street?
   Is that you there or just another demon that I meet?

   The higher you are
   The farther you fall
   The longer the walk
   The farther you crawl
   My body, my temple
   This temple, it tilts
   Step into the house that Jack built

   The higher you are
   The farther you fall
   The longer the walk
   The farther you crawl
   My body, my temple
   This temple, it tilts
   Yes, this is the house that Jack built

   Open door, yes, I walk inside
   Swallow me so the pain subsides
   And I shake as I take the sin
   Let the show begin

   The higher you are
   The farther you fall
   The longer the walk
   The farther you crawl
   My body, my temple
   This temple, it tilts
   Yes, this is the house that
   Jack built

   The higher you are
   The farther you fall
   The longer the walk
   The farther you crawl
   My body, my temple
   This temple, it tilts
   Yes, I am, I am, I am

   Open my eyes
   It swallows me
   Is that you there
   I twist away
   Away
   Away
   Away

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

UNTIL IT SLEEPS

   Where do I take this pain of mine?
   I run, but it stays right by my side

   So tear me open, pour me out
   There's things inside that scream and shout
   And the pain still hates me
   So hold me until it sleeps

   Just like the curse, just like the stray
   You feed it once and now it stays
   Now it stays

   So tear me open but beware
   There's things inside without a care
   And the dirt still stains me
   So wash me until I'm clean

   It grips you, so hold me
   It stains you, so hold me
   It hates you, so hold me
   It holds you, so hold me
   Until it sleeps

   So tell me why you've chosen me
   Don't want your grip,
   don't want your greed
   Don't want it

   I'll tear me open, make you gone
   No more can you hurt anyone
   And the fear still shakes me
   So hold me until it sleeps

   It grips you, so hold me
   It stains you, so hold me
   It hates you, so hold me
   It holds you, holds you,
   holds you until it sleeps

   I don't want it

   So tear me open but beware
   There's things inside without a care
   And the dirt still stains me
   So wash me till I'm clean

   I'll tear me open,
   make you gone
   No longer will you hurt anyone
   And the hate still shapes me
   So hold me until it sleeps
   Until it sleeps

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

KING NOTHING

   Wish I may, wish I might
   Have this I wish tonight
   Are you satisfied?
   Dig for gold, dig for fame
   You dig to make your name
   Are you pacified?

   All the wants you waste
   All the things you've chased

   Then it all crashes down
   And you break your crown
   And you point your finger
   But there's no one around
   Just want one thing
   Just to play the king
   But the castle's crumbled
   And you're left with just a name

   Where's your crown,
   King Nothing?
   Where's your crown?

   Hot and cold, bought and sold
   A heart as hard as gold
   Are you satisfied?
   Wish I might, wish I may
   You wish your life away
   Are you pacified?

   All the wants you waste
   All the things you've chased

   Then it all crashes down
   And you break your crown
   And you point your finger
   But there's no one around
   Just want one thing
   Just to play the king
   But the castle's crumbled
   And you're left with just a name
   Where's your crown, King Nothing?
   Where's your crown?

   I wish I may, I wish I might
   Have this wish I wish tonight
   I want that star, I want it now
   I want it all and I don't care how

   Careful what you wish
   Careful what you say
   Careful what you wish, you may regret it
   Careful what you wish, you just might get it

   Then it all crashes down
   And you break your crown
   And you point your finger
   But there's no one around
   Just want one thing
   Just to play the king
   But the castle's crumbled
   And you're left with just a name

   Where's your crown, King Nothing?

   Nothing

   You're just nothing
   Where's your crown, King Nothing?
   You're just nothing
   Absolutely nothing

   Off to never-never land

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

HERO OF THE DAY

   Mama, they try and break me

   The window burns to light the way back home
   A light that warms no matter where they've gone
   They're off to find the hero of the day
   But what if they should fall by someone's wicked way?

   Still the window burns
   Time so slowly turns
   And someone there is sighing
   Keepers of the flames
   Do you feel your name?
   Did you hear your babies crying?

   Mama, they try and break me
   Still they try and break me

   Excuse me while I tend to how
   I feel
   These things return to me that still seem real
   Now, deservingly, this easy chair
   But the rocking stopped by wheels of despair

   Don't want your aid
   But the fist I make
   For years can't hold or feel
   No, I'm not all me
   So please excuse me while I tend to how I feel

   But now the dreams and waking screams
   That ever last the night
   So build the wall, behind it crawl
   And hide until it's light
   So can you hear your babies crying now?

   Still the window burns
   Time so slowly turns
   And someone there is sighing
   Keepers of the flames
   Did you feel your names?
   Did you hear your babies crying?

   But now the dreams and waking screams
   That ever last the night
   So build a wall, behind it crawl
   And hide until it's light
   So can't you hear your babies crying now?

   Mama, they try and break me
   Mama, they try and break me
   Mama they try
   Mama they try

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

BLEEDING ME

   I'm digging my way
   I'm digging my way to something
   I'm digging my way to something better

   I'm pushing to stay
   I'm pushing to stay with something
   I'm pushing to stay with something better

   I'm sowing the seeds
   I'm sowing the seeds I've taken
   I'm sowing the seeds I take for granted

   This thorn in my side
   This thorn in my side is from the tree
   This thorn in my side is from the tree I've planted

   It tears me and I bleed
   And I bleed

   Caught under wheels' roll
   I take the leech, I'm bleeding me
   Can't stop to save my soul
   I take the leash that's leading me
   I'm bleeding me
   I can't take it
   Caught under wheels' roll
   The bleeding of me
   Of me
   The bleeding of me


   I am the beast that feeds the feast
   I am the blood, I am release

   Come make me pure
   Bleed me a cure
   I'm caught, I'm caught, I'm caught under

   Caught under wheels' roll
   I take that leech, I'm bleeding me
   Can't stop to save my soul
   I take the leash that's leading me
   I'm bleeding me
   I can't take it
   I can't take it
   I can't take it
   The bleeding of me

   I'm digging my way
   I'm digging my way to something
   I'm digging my way to something better

   I'm pushing to stay
   I'm pushing to stay with something
   I'm pushing to stay with something better
   With something better

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

CURE

   The man takes another bullet
   He keeps them all within
   He must seek no matter how it hurts
   So don't fool again

   He thinks the answer's cold
   and in his hand
   He takes his medicine
   The man takes another bullet
   He's been fooled again

   Uncross your arms
   Take and throw them to the cure, say,
   "I do believe"

   Uncross your arms now
   Take them to it, say
   "I do believe"
   "I do believe"

   The lies tempt her and she follows
   Again she lets him in
   She must believe to fill the hollow
   She's been fooled again

   Uncross your arms
   Take and throw them to
   the cure, say,
   "I do believe"

   Uncross your arms now
   Take them to it, say,
   "I do believe"
   "Yeah, I do believe"

   Betting on the cure
   It must get better than this
   Betting on the cure
   Everyone's got to have the sickness
   'Cause everyone seems to need the cure
   Precious cure

   Betting on the cure
   'Cause it must get better than this
   Betting on the cure
   Everyone's got to have the sickness
   'Cause everyone seems to need the cure
   Precious cure

   "I do believe"

   Betting on the cure
   It must get better than this
   Need to feel secure
   It's got to get better than this
   It must get better than this
   Betting on the cure
   Everyone's got to have the sickness
   'Cause everyone seems to need the cure

   "I do believe"

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

POOR TWISTED ME

   Oh, poor twisted me
   Oh, poor twisted me
   I feast on sympathy
   I chew on suffer
   I chew on agony

   Swallow whole the pain
   Oh, it's too good to be
   That all this misery
   Is just for, oh, poor twisted me
   Poor twisted me

   Poor mistreated me
   Poor mistreated me
   I drown without a sea
   Lungs fill with sorrow
   Lungs fill with misery

   Inhaling the deep, dark blue
   Oh, woe is me
   Such a burden to be
   The poor mistreated me

   To finally reach the shore, survive the storm
   Now you're bare and cold, the sea was warm
   So warm, you bathe your soul again

   Baby, again and again and again

   You finally reached the shore, survived the storm
   Now you're bare and cold, the sea was warm
   So warm, you bathe your soul again

   Good to feel my friend
   Oh, woe is me
   Such a burden to be
   Oh, poor twisted me
   Yo, poor twisted me

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1996 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

WASTING MY HATE

   Good day. How do?
   And I send a smile to you
   Don't waste, waste your breath
   And I won't waste my hate on you

   Ain't gonna waste my hate
   Ain't gonna waste my hate on you
   I think I'll keep it for myself

   Ain't gonna give no more
   Ain't got the time to help you score
   I think it's time you pleased yourself
   Yourself

   Good day. How do?
   And I send a smile to you
   Don't waste, waste your breath
   And I won't waste my hate on you
   Waste my hate on you
   Hate

   You think you're worthy now?
   You think enough to even raise the brow
   And to laugh and tip that two-pronged crown?

   Well I see my hands, I see my feet
   I feel that blood that pumps in beat
   But where the hell's my mind going now?
   Dead gone now

   Good day. How do?
   And I send a smile to you
   Don't waste, waste your breath
   And I won't waste my hate on you
   Waste my hate on you

   Think I'll keep it for myself

   Hate

   Ain't gonna waste my hate
   But I'm so greedy when they say
   Better to give than to receive

   Ain't gonna waste my hate
   Ain't got time to waste my hate on you
   I think I'll keep it all for myself
   For myself

   Good day. How do?
   And I send a smile to you
   Don't waste, waste your breath
   And I won't waste my hate on you
   Waste my hate on you

   Think I'll keep it for myself

   Hate

MAMA SAID

   Mama, she has taught me well
   Told me when I was young
   Son, your life's an open book
   Don't close it 'fore it's done
   The brightest flame burns
   quickest
   That's what I heard her say
   A son's heart's owed to mother
   But I must find my way

   Let my heart go
   Let your son grow
   Mama, let my heart go
   Or, let this heart be still

   "Rebel," my new last name
   Wild blood in my veins
   Apron strings around my neck
   The mark that still remains
   I left home at an early age
   Of what I heard was wrong
   I never asked forgiveness
   But what is said is done

   Let my heart go
   Let your son grow
   Mama, let my heart go
   Or let this heart be still

   Never I ask of you
   But never I gave
   But you gave me your emptiness
   I now take to my grave
   Never I ask of you
   But never I gave
   But you gave me your emptiness
   I now take to my grave
   So let this heart be still

   Mama, now I'm coming home
   I'm not all you wished of me
   A mother's love for her son
   Unspoken, help me be
   I took your love for granted
   And all the things you said to me
   I need your arms to welcome me
   But a cold stone's all I see

   Let my heart go
   Let your son grow
   Mama, let my heart go
   Or let this heart be still

   Let my heart go
   Mama, let my heart go
   You never let my heart go
   So let this heart be still

   Never I ask of you
   But never I gave
   But you gave me your emptiness
   I now take to my grave
   Never I ask of you
   But never I gave
   But you gave me your emptiness
   I now take to my grave
   So let this heart be still

THORN WITHIN

   Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
   Find me guilty of the life I feel within

   When I'm branded, this mark of shame
   Should I look down, disgraced, or straight ahead and know that you must blame?

   I am the secret
   I am the sin
   I am the guilty
   And I am, I am the thorn within

   Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned
   Find me guilty when true guilt is from within

   So point your fingers, point right at me
   For I am shadows and will follow you, one and the same are we

   I am the secret
   I am the sin
   I am the guilty
   And I am, I am the thorn within

   I do your time, I take your fall
   I'm branded guilty for us all

   So point your fingers, point right at me
   For I am shadows and will follow you, one and the same are we

   I am your secrets
   I am your sin
   I am your guilty
   And I am, I am the thorn within

   I am the thorn within
   I am the thorn within

RONNIE

   Story starts, quiet town
   Small-town boy, big-time frown
   Never talks, never plays
   Different path, lost his way

   Then streets of red—red, I'm afraid—
   There's no confetti, no parade
   Nothing happens in this boring place
   But, oh my God, how it all did change

   Now they all pray,
   "Blood stain, wash away"

   He said,
   "Lost my way
   This bloody day
   Lost my way"

   I heard it
   He said,
   "Lost my way
   This bloody day
   Lost my way"
   Oh, please wash away
   But blood stained the sun red today

   I always said something's wrong
   With little, strange Ronnie Long
   Never laughed, never smiled
   Talked alone for miles and miles and miles

   "Gallow calls, son," I say
   Keep your smile and laugh all day
   Think once again in this boring place
   For little boys, how they soon change
   And they all pray,
   "Blood stain, wash away"

   He said,
   "I lost my way
   This bloody day
   Lost my way"
   I heard it
   He said,
   "I lost my way
   This bloody day
   I lost my way"
   Oh, please wash away
   But blood stained the sun red today

   Well, all the green things died when Ronnie moved to this place
   He said, “Don't you dare ask why I'm cursed to wear this face”
   Now we all know why the children called him Ronnie Frown
   When he pulled that gun from his pocket they all fall down, down, down

   He said,
   "Lost my way
   This bloody day
   Lost my way"

   Yeah, yeah
   I heard it
   He screamed,
   "Lost my way
   This bloody day
   Lost my way"

   Oh, please wash away
   But blood stained the sun red today

   All things wash away
   And they all fall down
   But blood stained the sun today

   All things wash away
   And they all fall down
   But blood stained the sun today

THE OUTLAW TORN

   And now I wait my whole lifetime for you
   And now I wait my whole lifetime for you

   I ride the dirt, I ride the tide for you
   I search the outside, search inside for you

   To take back what you left me
   I know I'll always burn to be
   The one who seeks so I may find
   And now I wait my whole lifetime

   Outlaw of torn
   Outlaw of torn
   And I'm torn

   So on I wait my whole lifetime for you
   So on I wait my whole lifetime for you

   The more I search, the more my need for you
   The more I bless, the more I bleed for you

   You make me smash the clock and feel
   I'd rather die behind the wheel
   Time was never on my side
   So on I wait my whole lifetime
   Outlaw of torn
   Outlaw of torn
   Outlaw of torn
   And I'm torn

   Hear me
   And if I close my mind in fear
   Please pry it open
   See me
   And if my face becomes sincere
   Beware
   Hold me
   And when I start to come undone
   Stitch me together
   Save me
   And when you see me strut
   Remind me of what left this outlaw torn