Attitude

Attitude
(Hetfield, Ulrich)


Two, three, four

Suppose I say
I'm never satisfied
Suppose I say
You cut some roots
To make the tree survive
Just let me kill you for awhile
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 kill the fever
What ever happened to sweat

Suppose I say
The vultures smile at me
Suppose I say
I've 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

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 bored to death

And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
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
Throwin' all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever
What ever happened to sweat