You wanted to know just what makes me tick,
I guess I could say that,
You and your bullshit,
Are pushing me towards an explosion.
I guess you're what drives me.
I wish I could ride you,
Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail will take you home.
I guess you get caught up,
In the day-to-day,
Drama of being you.
To notice me,
And what's become of my eyes,
The vessels are an angry red,
Just like the blood from my
lips, as I chew on them.
I wish I could ride you,
Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail will take you home.
I keep your picture as a reminder,
of what I wish I wasn't.
It's like a fun house mirror
version of myself, through
those f'ed up eyes of yours.
I wish I could ride you,
Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,
Break your neck like you broke my will,
The guardrail,
The guardrail,
The guardrail,
will take you home.
You can sleep with a gun but when u going to wake up and fight for yourself?
There are a lot of cool Metallica youtube videos from their recent hall of fame induction but this is the video that I wanted to include. It is not from 2009. I like the choppiness of how the guitar riff is played. I also like when the camera goes to Ozzy and you can see him singing along... and Hetfield's laughter towards the end of the guitar solo...
And... flame me if you want - I don't care - I still contend that "St. Anger" is not the crap-ridden release that others make it out to be. I think SA is a great record. It can still receive a few spins in a row in my CD player & the title track is never skipped:
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