Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh

Yeah
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red

Running across through black and white
War horse
War head
Fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

Oh, and I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire

Hey

Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out hope
Burn your face upon the chrome

Yeah, oh yeah

Take the corner, going to crash
Headlights
Headlines
Another junkie, who lives too fast

Yeah
Lives way too fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Oh

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

Oh, and I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh yeah

(James mumbles something)

Oh
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
My desire

Oh, I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean

And I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh

On I burn

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters

Left the band: 27 September 1986
Dave Mustaine Instrument: Lead Guitar
Joined the band: 28 October 1981

Left the band: 11 April 1983

Ron McGovney Instrument: Bass
Joined the band: January 1982

Left the band: 30 November 1982
Jason Newsted Instrument: Bass and backing vocals
Joined the band: 28 October 1986

Left the band: 17 January 2001

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Instrument: Vocals, guitar
Specialty: Angst-ridden, soul-rending, growling, loud-ass vocals
Birthday: August 3, 1963
From: Los Angeles, California
Vitals: 6'1" & 180 lbs (1.85 meters & 81.65 kilos); blond hair & blue eyes
Marital status: Married with 3 children
Drives: Chevy Blazer, Dodge Ram, '55 Chevy BelAir
Food: Mexican, meat-n-potatoes, Bar-B-Que, Oysters
Sports teams: Oakland Raiders, San Jose Sharks, D.C. United
Before Metallica: Played in Obsession, Leather Charm
Pre-Metallica career: Worked in sticker printing factory
Likes: Hunting, hot-rods, anonymity, snowboarding, street hockey, wave boarding, cigars, choppers, guns, wood work
Listens to: Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Skynyrd, Thin Lizzy, Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Spaghetti Western Soundtracks
Heroes: Clint Eastwood, Pops Hetfield
First concert: Aerosmith & AC/DC, 1978, Long Beach, California
Movies: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly; Easy Rider; Sling Blade, Pulp Fiction; Vanishing Point
Describes himself as: Rugged, honest, stubborn

"I sit there and go 'Oh god what am I going to write?' and all of a sudden it happens. The first line's down and all hell flows after that" James Hetfield

Instrument: Drums
Specialty: Pounding, driving rhythms
Birthday: December 26, 1963
From: Gentofte, Denmark
Vitals: 5'7" & 130 lbs (1.7 meters & 58.97 kilos) ; blond/brown hair & green eyes
Marital status: Married with 2 children
Drives: Porsche, Chevy Blazer, Range Rover, Saab
Drinks: Dry white wine, Evian, tea
Eats: French food, tuna, sushi, frozen yogurt
Sports teams: San Jose Sharks, San Francisco 49ers, Tampa Bay Buccaneers
Before Metallica: None
Pre-Metallica career: Paper boy, gas station attendant
Likes: Hanging with my wife, running, scuba diving, skiing, movies, fashion, art
Listens to: Oasis, AIC, Black Grape, my wife
Heroes: Guillermo Vilas (Argentinian tennis player), Ritchie Blackmore, Ace Frehley
First concert: Deep Purple, 1973, Copenhagen
Describes self as: Anticipating, stubborn, spontaneous, sarcastic, talkative, silly, squeaky

"The minute you wake up, it's there. That feeling in your stomach...Like, it's noon and you wanna go on stage and get going, but you got nine hours of sweaty palms ahead of you"
Lars Ulrich

Instrument: Guitar (Lead)
Specialty: Kick-ass, full-blown lead guitar, vocals
Birthday: November 18, 1962
From: San Francisco, California
Vitals: 5'8" & 134 lbs (1.7 meters & 60.78 kilos) ; brown hair & brown eyes
Marital status: Happily married to Lani
Drives: Land Cruiser, mountain bike, '55 Dodge Coronet
Drinks: Martinis, Sky Vodka, green tea
Eats: Sushi, Mexican food, pasta, Indian food, Thai food
Sports teams: None ("I hate sports!")
Before Metallica: Played in Exodus, drank a lot
Likes: Mountain biking, tattoos, piercing, collecting old horror-movie stuff, cigars, philosophy, H.P. Lovecraft, Taxidermy, Pinball
Listens to: Jimi Hendrix, UFO, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple. Led Zeppelin, Kiss, John Coltrane, Gout, Mule, Chet Baker, Prez Prado, AIC, David Bowie, U2, King Crimson, Robert Johnson, Radiohead
Heroes: Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi, Jimi Hendrix, Chet Baker, Diane Arbus, John Coltrane, Charles Bukowski, Edward Munch, Joel Peter Whitkin
First concert: Day on the Green with the Eagles, Steve Miller, Heart, and Foreigner
Describes himself as: Smelly, ugly, happy, obsessive, progressive, curious

"My Guitars are my umbilical cord. They're directly wired into my head"
Kirk Hammett

Birth date: October 23rd, 1964
Birthplace: Santa Monica, CA
Job: Bass/Super Samurai Whiskey Warlord
Instrument: Bass, Background Vocals
Vitals: Brown eyes, dark hair, 5'9"/1.75 meters tall
Equipment: Tobias / MTD, Music Man, Fernandez, Ampeg SVT III, Hi Watt, Dean Markley Strings
Previous Bands: Suicidal Tendencies, Infectious Grooves, Jerry Cantrell, Ozzy Osbourne
Hobbies: Surfing, snowboarding, learning the Metallica catalog
Influences: Parliament, Geezer Butler, anything funky
Additional Bits of Info: Rob toured with Metallica numerous times in the early 90s as the bass player of Suicidal Tendencies. Little did he know that, less than 10 years later, he'd be taking the bass playing duties of the band he used to play under.
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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, than I can understand the you

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The 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, 'cause 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 heart scarring darker steel, yes, 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, 'cause 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, 'cause 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
And I bury it in you
Because you're unforgiven too

Never free
Never me
'cause you're unforgiven too
Oh

Now that the war is through with meI'm waking up, I cannot see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime noveltyTied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, help me

Darkness imprison me
All that I see
Absolute horrorI cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearingTaken my armsTaken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven

you labeled me
I'll label you
so I dub the unforgiven
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, than I can understand the you

I take this key
And I bury it in you
Because you're unforgiven too

Never free
Never me
'cause you're unforgiven too
Oh
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 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

(Marianne Faithfull does some nanana)

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, yeah, yeah

Dance little tin goddess dance

(Marianne Faithfull does some nanana)
Wish I may
Wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?
Dig for gold
Dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger, but there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the King
But the castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?

Hot and cold
Bought and sold
A heart as hard as gold
Yeah! Are you satisfied?
Wish I might, Wish I may
You wish your life away
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased
Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger, but there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the King
But the castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?

Huh!

(Spoken)
Wish I may, wish I might
Have this wish, I wish tonight
I want that star, I want it now
I want it all and I don't care how

Careful what you wish
Careful what you say
Careful what you wish you may regret it
Careful what you wish you just may get it

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger, but there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the King
But the castle's crumbled and you're left with just a name
Where's your crown, King Nothing?
Where's your crown?

Oh, You're just nothing
Where's your crown King Nothing?
Oh, you're just nothing
Absolutely nothing
Off to never, never land
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
You can hear the engine moanin' out his one long one note song
You think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will still be wandering, the way they always do
When you're ridin' sixteen hours, there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through

CHORUS:
Here I am, on the road again
There I am, up on stage
Here I go, playin' star again
There I go, turn the page

Well you walk into this restaurant, strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichЋs: Is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand

CHORUS.

Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
Sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said

CHORUS.

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