Music

Attitude

Written By Hetfield/Ulrich

Suppose I say "I'm never satisfied"
Suppose I say "You cut some root to make the tree survive"

Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I'm oh so bored to death

	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 cure the fever?
		Whatever 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
Gone again

	I hunger
	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?
		Whatever 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
And satisfaction's here and gone, gone
Gone again

	I hunger
	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
		Throwing all your bullets in the fire
		And run like hell
		Why cure the fever?
		Whatever happened to sweat?