Metallica


One

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I can't remember anything

Can't tell if this is true or dream

Deep down inside I feel to scream

This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me

I'm waking up I cannot see

That there is not much left of me

Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real

In pumps life that I must feel

But can't look forward to reveal

Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me

Just like a wartime novelty

Tied to machines that make me be

Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one

Oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me

All that I see

Absolute horror

I cannot live

I cannot die

Trapped in myself

Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight

Taken my speech

Taken my hearing

Taken my arms

Taken my legs

Taken my soul

Left me with life in hell

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Whiskey In The Jar

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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"

Mush a rain dum-u-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's Whiskey in the Jar-o

I took all of his money

And it was a pretty penny

I took all of his money and

I brought it home to Molly

She swore that she loved me

Never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman

For you know she tricked me easy

Mush a rain dum-u-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

In walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired off my pistols

And I shot him with both barrels, yeah

Mush a rain dum-u-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's Whiskey in the Jar-o

Now some men like a fishing

And some men like a fowling

And some men like to hear

The cannonball aroaring

Me, I like sleeping

Specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison

Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Mush a rain dum-u-do-dum-a-da

Whack for my daddy-o

Whack for my daddy-o

There's Whiskey in the Jar-o



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