Am I Evil?
Metallica, originally performed by Diamond Head (Recorded in 1982)
Words and music by Brian Tatler and Sean Lindon Harris
My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't want to see her face
All blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace
Twenty seven, everyone was nice
Gotta see 'em, make 'em pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice
Take my time
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Yes I am
As I watched my mother die, I lost my head
Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread
Takin' no chances, you come with me
I'll split you to the bone, help set you free
Twenty seven, everyone was nice
Gotta see 'em, make 'em pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice
Take my time
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Yes I am
On with the action now, I'll strip your pride
I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you ride
Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat
Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fire
You can come with me, sweet desire
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
My soul is longing for, await my heir
Sent to avenge my mother, sleep myself
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Am I evil?
Yes I fucking am
Am I evil?
I am man, yeah!
Blitzkrieg
Metallica, originally performed by Blitzkrieg (Recorded in 1981)
Words and music by Ian Jones, Brian Smith and James Sirotto
Let us have peace, let us have life
Let us escape the cruel night
Let us have time, let the sun shine
Let us beware the deadly sign
The day is coming
Armageddon's near
Inferno coming
Can we survive the blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
Save us from fate, save us from hate
Save ourselves before it's too late
Come to our need, hear our plea
Save ourselves before the earth bleeds
The day is dawning
The time is near
Aliens coming
Can we survive the blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
Breadfan
Metallica, originally performed by Budgie (Recorded in 1973)
Words and music by Bourge, Shelly and Phillips
Breadfan
Open up your mind
Open up your purse
Open up your bones
Never, never gonna lose it
Breadfan
Take it all away
Never give an inch
Gotta make a mint
Gotta make me a million
Breadfan
You got it wrong
Some long time friend's gonna lose it
In the end who's a fool
Seagull
Give it all away
Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be
Loser
Give it all away
Never stay with the winner
With the man
With all the filthy money
Come on
Keep it on the side
With a ride
On a record on the top
If you're gonna be a bad boy
Breadfan
You got it wrong
Some long time friend's gonna lose it
In the end who's a fool
Seagull
Give it all away
Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be
*Repeat
The Prince
Metallica, originally performed by Diamond Head (Recorded in 1980)
Words and music by Sean Lindon Harris and Brian Tatler
Now I see his face, I see his smile
Such a lonely place, no golden mile
Eyes tell of morbid tales of his black heart
His deeds through ages past tell of his part
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Angel from below, change my dreams
I want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
I was born a fool, don't want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
I don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cry
And I will burn in hell, from the day I die
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Stone Cold Crazy
Metallica, originally performed by Queen
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of town, smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door, carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know
Rainy afternoon, on a killer typhoon, and it's a playing with my slide
trombone
Any more, anymore, can't take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet, full loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me, gotta get up and run
They got the sirens lose, I'm running out of juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know
So What!
Metallica, originally performed by The Anti-Nowhere League
So fucking what!
Well I've been to Hastings
And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastport too
So what
So what
And I've been here
I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
[Chorus]
Who cares
Who cares what you do
Yeah who cares
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well I've fucked a queen
I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what
So what
And I've fucked a sheep
I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down his throat
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
[Chorus]
And I've drunk that
I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what
So what
I've had scank
I've have speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
[Chorus]
I've had crabs
I've had lice
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what
So what
I've fucked this
I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what
So what
So what, so what you boring little fuck
[Chorus]
So fucking what!
Yeah!
Overkill
Metallica, originally performed by Mot�rhead
Words and music by Kilmister, Clarke and Taylor
Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud
So good I can't believe it, screamin' with the crowd
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill
On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine
Shake your head, you must be dead if it don't make you fly
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill
Know your body's made to move
Feel it in your guts
Rock n' roll ain't worth the name
If it don't make you strut
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill
Overkill
Overkill
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