Metallica, originally performed by Diamond Head (Recorded in 1980)
- 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!
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's 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 calling, can we survive the blitzkrieg.
Metallica, originally performed by Budgie (Recorded in 1973) - words and music by Bourge, Shelley 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. 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.
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
Metallica, Originally performed by Queen. Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning, I was dreaming I was Al Capone. Rumours going round, gotta clear out of town, Smell like a dry fishbone. 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, ought to kill a typhoon, And she's playing on my slide trombone. Anymore, anymore, cannot 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, Fully loaded Tommy gun. Here come the deputy, try fucking getting me, Gotta fucking get up and run. They got the sirens loose, I ran right 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, yeah.
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 Eastbourne 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. Well, who cares, who cares what you do. Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you. Well, I fucked a queen, I fucked fuck, I've even sucked an old man's cock. So what, so what. And I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat, I rammed my cock right down its throat. So what, so what. So what, so what, you boring little fuck. Well, who cares, who cares what you do. And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you. 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 had speed, I've jacked up until I bleed. So what, so what. So what, so what, you boring little cunt. Well, who cares, who cares what you do. Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you. I've had crabs, I've had lice, I've had the clap and that ain't nice. So what, so what. I fucked this, I fucked that, I've even fucked a school girl's twat. So what, so what. So what, so what, you boring little fuck. Well, who cares, who cares what you do. And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you. So fucking what! Yeah!
(Kilmister, Clarke, Taylor) Originally recorded by Motorhead in 1979 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 Shut up 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 Get the fuck down Ooh yeah Know your body's made to move It goes straight to your spine You gotta move it 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 Get on it!
Sound of gunfire comes through the
night,
Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight.
Reports come in of the heavy attack,
Message is seen, we're moving back.
Preparations are made for the journey back,
It's a survival, supplies are packed.
No more nights in this eternal hell,
Destination is simple, we move out.
Killing time - You left from the line
Killing time - Your turn to kill.
Killing time - What do you say?
Killing time - Aaha, killing time.
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive,
No time for cowardice, kill and survive.
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife,
Nasty word, he'll take your life.
The silence is over, they attack again,
Killing and hatred drive me insane.
Reports come in of a heavy attack,
Message is seen, we're moving back.
Killing time - You left from the line
Killing time - Your turn to kill.
Killing time - What do you say?
Killing time - Aaha, killing time.
Sound of gunfire comes through the night,
Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight.
Reports come in of a heavy attack,
Message is seen, we're moving back.
And he knew what he needed to keep us alive,
No time for cowardice, kill and survive.
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife,
Nasty word, he'll take your life.
Killing time - You left from the line.
Killing time - Your turn to kill.
Killing time - What do you say?
Killing time - Aaha, killing time.
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