Music
Kill/Ride Medley
Written By James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Cliff Burton & Dave Mustaine
Guilty as charged But damn it, it ain't right There's someone else controlling me Death in the air Strapped in the electric chair This can't be happening to me Who made you god to say, "I'll take your life from you?" Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flame No mercy for what we're doing No thought to even what we've done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one War without end No remorse, no repent We don't care what it meant Another day, another death Another sorrow, another breath No remorse, no repent We don't care what it meant Another day, another death Another sorrow, another breath No life till leather We're gonna kick some ass tonight We got the metal madness When our fans start screaming It's right, well alright When we start to rock We never want to stop again Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights We know our fans are insane We're gonna blow this place away With volume higher Than anything today, the only way When we start to rock We never want to stop again Hit the lights Hit the lights Hit the lights Time Has taken a shit on you The lines that crack your face Famine Your body it has torn through Withered in every place Pestilence For what you've had to endure And what you have put others through Death Deliverance for you for sure Now there's nothing you can do Sound is ripping through your ears The deafening sound of metal nears Your body's waiting for his whips The taste of leather on your lips Hear the cry of war Louder than before With his sword in hand To control the land Crushing metal strikes On this frightening night Fall onto your knees For the Phantom Lord Victims falling under chains You hear them crying dying pains Fist of terror's breaking through Now there's nothing you can do Hear the cry of war Louder than before With his sword in hand To control the land Crushing metal strikes On this frightening night Fall onto your knees For the Phantom Lord Soon to fill our lungs, the hot winds of death The gods are laughing, so take your last breath Fight fire with fire Ending is near Fight fire with fire Bursting with fear Fight fire with fire Fight * Based on the 1995 structure of the medley *
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