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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

   

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

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