The Metallica Experience - lyrics

Sound is ripping through your ears
The deaf'ning 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 fright'ning night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord

Victims falling under chains
You hear them crying dying pains
Fists of terror 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 fright'ning night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord

The leathered armies have prevailed
The phantom lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound

Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this fright'ning night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord

Fall to your knees
And bow to the phantom lord

Poor Twisted Me

Baby, goin' on

Oh, poor twisted me
Oh, poor twisted me
I feast on sympathy
I chew on suffer
Yeah, I chew on agony
Swallow whole the pain
But, oh, it's too good to be
That all this misery
Just for, oh, poor twisted me
Ooh, yeah
Poor twisted me

Oh

Poor mistreated me
Poor mistreated me
I drown without a sea
Lungs filled with sorrow
Lungs filled with misery
Inhaling the deep, dark blue
Woe, woe is me
Such a burden to be
The poor mistreated me, yeah

Yeah
To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
The sea was warm, so warm
You bathe your soul again
Baby, again and again, again, yeah, yeah

Oh

Yeah
To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
Yeah, the sea was warm, so warm
You bathe your soul again
Good to feel, my friend
Oh, woe is me
Such a burden to be
Oh, poor twisted me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, poor twisted me
Yeah
Oh, yo, yo, poor twisted me

The Prince

Now I see his face, I see his smile
Such a lonely place, no golden mile
Eyes tell of morbid tales of his black heart
His deeds through ages past tell of his part

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Yo, oh, yo

Angel from below, change my dreams
I want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Oh, oh, no

I was born a fool, don't want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
I don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cry
And I will burn in hell, from the day I die

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Oh, yo, oh

Prince Charming

There's a black cloud overhead
That's me
And the poison ivy chokes the tree
Again it's me
I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street
You walk on by
I'm the little boy that pushes hard
And makes them cry

There's a dirty needle in your child
Ha, ha, stick me
Empty bottle still in hand
Still dead, still me
I'm the suit and tie that bleeds the street
And still wants more
I'm the .45 that's in your mouth
I'm the dirty, dirty whore

Yeah, look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, look, it's me
What no one wants to see
See what you've brought this world
Just what you wanna see

Hey, ma
Hey, ma, look, it's me

Yeah, and he wants to be called father now
Me again, me
The marks inside your arm spell me
Spell only me
I'm the nothing face that plants the bomb
And strolls away
I'm the one who doesn't look quite right
As children play

Yeah, look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, look, it's me
When no one wants to see
See what you've brought this world
Just what you wanna see

Hey, ma
Hey, ma, look, it's me

(Look up to me)
What to be and what to fear
(Look up to me)
Look, it's me, like what you hear
(See right through me)
See the one who can't be free
(See right through me)
Look it's me, what no one wants to see

Hey, hey, hey
See the black cloud overhead
(That's me)
Mm, and this poison ivy chokes the tree
(Again it's me)
And I'm the filthy one on Bourbon Street
You walk on by
And I'm the little boy that pushes, pushes
Makes them cry

Yeah, look, it's me
The one who can't be free
Much too young to focus
But too old to see
Hey, hey, look, it's me
What no one wants to see
See what you brought this world
Just what you wanna see

Hey, ma
Hey, ma, look, it's me, yeah

It's me

Hey, ma
Hey, ma, look, it's me

(See right through me)
Look up to me
(See right through me)
Look up to me