ترانه:
Metallica Garage Inc

Die, die, die my darling Don't utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty eyes I'll be seeing you again Yeah, I'll be seeing you

Free speech free speech for the dumb Free speech free speech for the dumb Free speech free speech for the dumb Free fucking speach Free speech free

I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star Gotta groove from night to day Gotta blow my honey jar Gotta blow my blues away I'm gonna make a stand, gonna make

The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst Out at you from their hiding place? Like acid and oil on a madman's face His reasons tend to fly away Like

So fucking what Well, I've been to Hastings And I've been to Brighton I've been to Eastbourne too So what, so what And I've been here, I've been there

Sound of gunfire comes through the night Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight Reports come in of the heavy attack Message is seen, we're moving back

Get on Think you see me, in the glass Think you hear me, better listen fast I think I see you, gone to seed Think your reason is your guilt and greed

My mother was a witch, yes she was burned alive Thankless little bitch for the tears I cried Uh take her down now, don't want to see her face Blistered

Train roll on, on down the line Won't you please take me far, far away? Now I feel the wind blow outside my door I'm, I'm leaving my woman at home My