METALLICA - Singles; B-Sides; Covers 1. Am I Evil? 2. Blitzkrieg 3. Breadfan 4. The Prince 5. Stone Cold Crazy 6. So What! 7. Overkill Am I Evil? (Metallica, originally performed by Diamond Head) (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) (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) (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 *Repeat The Prince (Metallica, originally performed by DiamondHead) (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. chorus Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know Rainy afternoon, on a killer typhone, 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 chorus Walking down the street, shooting people that i meet, full loaded tommy gun. Here come the deputy, try fukin' gittin' 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. chorus 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 fucked. 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 (I. Kilmister, E. Clarke, P. Taylor) (Motor Music Ltd.) Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud So good I can't believe it, screamin' with the crowd chorus: Don't sweat it, get it back to you Don't sweat it, get 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 chorus 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 chorus >thanks that you've download my file and much FUN!!! >for questions: tappingprince@hotmail.com >Copyright by tappingprince GREMANY
