Attitude

(Hetfield,Ulrich)


Suppose I say, I'm never satisfied
Suppose I say, he cuts the roots
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 born to die

     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 set them down they plan to pick you clean

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions here and gone
Gone, yeah, gone again

     Ooh, 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 born to die

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions 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
     Throwing all your bullets in the fire
     And run like hell
     Why cure the fever, what ever happened to sweat?