Am I Evil?

Blitzkrieg

Breadfan

The Prince

Stone Cold Crazy

So What!

Overkill

 

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 Motörhead
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