Metallica - Attitude

"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!

Ooh, 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?
What ever happened to sweat?

"Suppose," I say... "The vultures smile at me."
"Suppose," I say...
"I 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, yeah, gone again!

Oh, I hunger... Ooh, 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?
What ever 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!

Yeah, I hunger... Ooh, 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?
What ever happened to sweat?