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Escape – Metallica

Feel no pain. but my life ain’t easy
I know I’m my best friend
No one cares, but I’m so much stronger
I’ll fight until the end
To escape from the true false world
Undamaged destiny
Can’t get caught in the endless circle
Ring of stupidity

Out for my own, out to be free
One with my mind, they just can t see
No need to hear things that they say
Life is for my own to live my own way

Rape my mind and destroy my feelings
Don’t tell me what to do
I don’t care now. because I’m on my side
And I can see through you
Feed my brain with your so called standards
Who says that I ain’t right
Break away from your common fashion
See through your blurry sight

Out for my own, out to be tree
One with my mind, they just can’t see
No need to hear things that they say
Life is for my own to live my own way

See them try to bring the hammer down
No damn chains can hold me to the ground

Life is for my own to live my own way
(Repeat)

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Whiskey In The Jar – Metallica

Traditional
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said “stand and deliver or the devil he may take you”

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me, no, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling
And some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring
Me I like sleeping, especially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-do-dum-a-da, yeah

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Holier Than Thou – Metallica

No more!
the craps rolls out your mouth again
haven’t changed, your brain is still gelatin
little whispers circle around your head
why don’t you worry about yourself instead

who are you? where ya been? where ya from?
gossip is burning on the tip of your tongue
you lie so much you believe yourself
judge not lest ye be judged yourself

holier than thou
you are
holier than thou
you are

you know not

before you judge me take a look at you
can’t you find somethig better to do
point the finger, slow to understand
arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand

it’s not who you are it’s who you know
others lives are the basis of your own
burn your bridges build them back with wealth
judge not lest ye be judged yourself

holier than thou
you are
holier than thou
you are

you know not

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Stone Cold Crazy – Metallica

Lirik lagu: Stone Cold Crazy

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I been dreaming I was Al Capone
There’s a rumor going round
Gotta clear outta town
Yeah, I’m smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law
Gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, I never, I never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy…
Stone cold crazy, you know
Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon
And I’m playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore, cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy…
Stone cold crazy, you know
Walking down the street shooting people that I meet
With my rubber tommy water gun
Here come the deputy
He’s gonna come and getta me
I gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
They’re gonna put me in a cell
If I can’t go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell
Crazy…
Stone cold crazy, you know

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