Titel:
Attitude
Geschrieben:
Hetfield, Ulrich
Zuerst Live:
Nie Live
Suppose I say "I'm never satisfied"
Suppose I say "You cut some root to make the tree survive"

Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I'm oh so bored to death

   I hunger
   I hunger
   I eat

            Born into attitude
            Asleep at the wheel Throw all your bullets in the fire
            And run like hell
            Why cure the fever?
            Whatever happened to sweat?

Suppose I say "The vultures smile at me"
Suppose I say "I've sent them down and they plan to pick you clean"

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone, gone

Gone again    I hunger
   I hunger
   I eat

            Born into attitude
            Asleep at the wheel
            Throw all your bullets in the fire
            And stand there

            Born into attitude
            Twist mother tongue
            Throw all your bullets in the fire
            And run like hell
            Why cure the fever?
            Whatever happened to sweat?

Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I'm bored to death

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone, gone
Gone again

   I hunger
   I hunger
   I eat

            Born into attitude
            Asleep at the wheel
            Throw all your bullets in the fire
            And stand there

            Born into attitude
            Twist mother tongue
            Throwing all your bullets in the fire
            And run like hell
            Why cure the fever?
            Whatever happened to sweat?