Reload
Track Listing:
- 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 Lyric
- Attitude
- Fixxxer
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Ooh!
Turn on I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
Ah, war horse, warhead
Fuck 'em man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white
Ohhh, 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
Yeah!
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the chrome
Yeah!
Take the corner, join the crash
Headlights (Head on) Headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Yeah lives way too fast, fast, fast, oh-oh
Ooh, 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
Yeah-Heah
White knuckle tight!
Gimme fuel...
Gimme fire...
My Desire...
Ohhh, 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
Ooh!
On I burn!
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
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
In 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
[insert Marianne Faithfull doing "Da Da Da"]
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
Yeah
Faded prima donna yeah, yeah
Dance little tin goddess dance
[insert Marianne Faithfull doing "Da Da Da" again]
Say yes...At least say hello
Say yes...At least say hello
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
Yeah
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
They dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on come on now take the chance
That's right
Let's dance
Snake
I am the snake
Tempting, that bite you take
Let me make your mind, leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I've got what you need, your hunger I will feed
One day you will see
They dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on come on now take a chance
Ha ha!
Come dance
Yeah, come dancin'
One day you will see
They dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on come on now take a chance
Yeah
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
They dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on come on now take a chance
That's right
Let's dance!
It's nice to see you here,
Ha ha!
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Lay beside me
Tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked now
But it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me,
Then I can understand the you
Lay beside me
Under wicked sky
Through black of day
Dark of night
We share this paralyze
The door cracks open
But there's no sun shining through
Black hearts scarring darkness 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?
Yeah, what I've felt
What I've known
Sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'Cuz I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay 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 hearts scarring darker steel
Yet 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 the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
Yeah, what I've felt
What I've known
Sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'Cuz 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?
Yeah, what I've felt
What I've known
So sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'Cuz I'm the one who waits
The one who waits for you...
Oh, what I've felt
What I've known
Turn the pages
Turn the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven...)
Oh, what I've felt...
Oh, what I've known...
I take this key
(Never free...)
And I bury it in you
(Never me...)
Because you're unforgiven too...
Never free
Never me
'Cuz you're unforgiven too...
Oh
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty I wait
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be
Better than you
(Better than you)
Better than you
(Better than you)
Lock horns I push, and I strive
Some how 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)
Better than you
(Better than you)
Oh, can't stop this train from rollin'
Oh no, nothing brings me down
No, can't stop this train from rollin', no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, forever oh no no...
Oh, can't stop this train from rollin'
Oh no, you can't take it down
No, never stop this locomotion, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, you can't bring it down 'cause I'm
Better than you
(Better than you)
Better than you
(Better than you)
Oooh, better than you
(Better than you)
Better than you
(Better than you)
Much better than you
Better than you
(Better than you)
Oh, better than you
(Better than you)
Better than you
(Better than you)
Better than
Better than
Better than
Better than you, yeah
Can't stop this train from rollin'
Forever on and on and on
Forever on and on and on
Better than you
Oh yeah, ha ha
Better than you
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't turn your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Ohhh, watch the puppets dancin'
Yeah, see the clowns fall down
Hey, tie your tapshoes tightly
Yeah, wear them into town
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't turn your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
There ain't no heroes here
No, no, no
Hey, hey
Ooh, play the game so nicely
Oh, check, it's your move now
Yeah, we're standing in this jungle
Yeah, with some things I have found
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't turn your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
See you crawling
See you crawling
So don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't turn your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here
No, 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...
Yeah, haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
Don't turn your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Hit dirt, shake tree
Split sky, part sea
Strip smile, lose cool
Bleed the day, break the rule
Live to win, dare to 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
Stake 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...
Oh yeah, 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
Yeah, suck it!
Live to win, dare to 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...
Come on, come on
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
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Yeah yeah!
Yeah yeah!
OOooohhh...Bad!
Yeah!
Come clean, 'fess up
Tell all, spill guts
I'm the bad
Standard deal
Show the card
Bring it on, break the seal
[Ladies and Gentleman, step right up and
see the man who bought the .......]
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
It's a bit more than you need
Now you're choking on a bad seed
On a bad seed
Ahhh choking
Yeah!
Let it on
Load up
Confess
Care so
In the mercy
Cat is out
Drop through the sky
Spit it up, spit it out
[And now what you've all been waiting for,
we give you He Who Suffers The Truth]
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah a bit more than you need
Ohhh you're choking on a bad seed
Choking on a bad seed, Yeah
Nothin real, standard deal, bring it on, break the seal
Nothin much, the cat is out, spit it up, spit it out
Spit it up, spit it out, spit it out NOW
Have mercy!
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
A bit more than you need
Choking on the seed
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah a bit more than you need
Ohhh you're choking on a
Choking, choking, choking on a bad seed
Choking on a bad seed, yeah
Off the field, standard deal, bring it on, break the seal
Nothin much, the cat is out, spit it up, spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out NOW
Choking on a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad seed
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Newsted)
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 stained 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 to
Beating now 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 stained through?
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah, toy soldiers off to war
You swing your ass all down
Call to arms the trumpets sound
Toy horses start the charge
Robots, chessmen standing guard
We shall never surrender
All children touch the sun
Burn your fingers one by one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stained through?
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are now
Toy soldiers off to war
Off to war
Off to war
So close your little eyes
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
It'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 him cry
There's a dirty needle in your child, haha, 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 45 that's in your mouth
I'm a dirty, dirty whore
Yeah, 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
When 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
Yeah, he wants to become father now, yeah again me
The marks inside your arms still leaves me alone to me
I'm a nothing face that plants a bomb and stroles away
I'm the one who doesn't look quite right as children play
Yeah, 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
When 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
It's me
Look up to me
What you've been and what you've feared
Look up to me
Look it's me, at what you hear
See right through me
See the one who can't be free
See right through me
Look it's me when no one wants to see
Hmmm now, see the black cloud up ahead, that's me
Hmmm in this poison ivy chokes the tree, again it's me
And I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street, you walk on by
And I'm the little boy that pushes, pushes, makes him cry
Yeah, look it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus but too old to see
Hey, hey look it's me
When 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
Yeah, it's me
All me
Hey ma, hey ma, look it's me
Yeah
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
One two three, one
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 let go
The net below has right away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is dawning to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for flame
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
But no one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is dawning to do, yeah
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget 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
One I've broken, to match my face
The trash fire is warm
But no one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is dawning to do, yeah
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget 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
(Hetfield, Ulrich)
Suppose I say, I'm never satisfied
Suppose I say, you cuts the roots
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 born to die
Ohhhh, I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
I get a fever, what ever happened to sweat
Suppose I say, the vultures smile at me
Suppose I say, I set them down they plan to pick you clean
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, yeah gone again
Ohhhh, I hunger
Ooh 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
I get a fever, what ever 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 born to death
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, gone again
Yeah I hunger
Ooh 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
I get a fever, what ever happened to sweat
(Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett)
Yeah
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'll 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 the 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
Jab it
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three x's 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
Yeah, 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, yeah
No more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no
All Songs Copyright © 1997 Creeping Death Music,
ASCAP.
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