Reload Album

Artist(s): Metallica

Cover Art

Metallica Reload Cover Art

Tracklist

Fuel

length: 4:30
producer: James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Paul DeCarli, Darren Grahn and Mike Gillies
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Gary Winger, Darren Grahn and Kent Matcke
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
phonographic copyright (℗) by: Metallica
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield

Gimme fuel,
Gimme fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Ooh!

Turn on...I see red
Adrenaline crash and crash my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red

One hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
**** 'em man, white knuckles tight
Through black and white

Ohhh, on I burn,
Fuel is pumping engines,
Burning hard, loose and clean

And I burn,
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel,
Gimme fire,
Gimme that which I desire,

Hey

Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the chrome
Yeah!

Take the corner, join the crash,
Headlights, headlines
Another junkie lives too fast
Yeah lives way too fast, fast, fast, oohh-aye

Ohhh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean

And on I burn
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with gasoline

So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire

Yeah-heah

White knuckle tight!
(solo)

Gimme fuel...on I burn, on and on
Gimme fire...on I burn, on and on
My desire...

Ohhh, on I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean

And I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline

Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Ooh

On I burn!

The Memory Remains

length: 4:40
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Darren Grahn, Mike Gillies and Paul DeCarli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Gary Winger, Darren Grahn and Kent Matcke
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
background vocals: Marianne Faithfull
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich
Fortune fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna
Fortune fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Dance little tin goddess
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
The memories remain
Yeah
To this faded prima donna
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance little tin goddess dance
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Rararararara rararara rarararara dararararara (Say yes - at least say
hello)
Rararararara rararara rarararara dararararara (Say yes - at least say
hello)
Rararararara rararara rarararara


Devil’s Dance

length: 5:19
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Mike Gillies, Darren Grahn and Paul DeCarli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Darren Grahn and Gary Winger
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield
Yeah, I feel you too
Feel, those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns to free the you
That's wanting through
Deep inside you know, the seeds I plant will grow

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
That's right
Let's dance!

Snake, I am a snake
Tempting, that bite to take
Let me make your mind, leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I got what you need, hunger I will feed

One day you will see
The dance come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take a chance
Haha, come dance

Yeah, come dancing

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take a chance

Yeah, I feel you too
Feel, those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns to free the you
That's wanting through
Deep inside you know, seeds I plant will grow

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take a chance
That's right, let's dance

It's nice to see you here
Haha

The Unforgiven II

length: 6:36
producer: James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Mike Gillies, Darren Grahn and Paul DeCarli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Gary Winger, Darren Grahn and Kent Matcke
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
phonographic copyright (℗) by: Metallica
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Lay beside me
Tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear
To make my demons run
The door is locked now
But it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me
Then I can understand the you
Lay beside me
Under wicked sky
The black of day
Dark of night
We share this paralyze
The door cracks open
But there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still
But there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt
What I've known
Turn the pages
Turn the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
Yeah
What I've felt
What I've known
Sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me
This won't hurt, I swear
She loves me not
She loves me still
But she'll never love again
She lay beside me
But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there
What I've felt
What I've known
Turn the pages
Turn the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
Yeah
What I've felt
What I've known
Sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me
Tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun
Now I see the sun
Yes, now I see it
What I've felt
What I've known
Turn the pages
Turn the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
Yeah
What I've felt
What I've known
So sick and tired
I stand alone
Could you be there
'cause I'm the one who waits
The one who waits for you
Oh
What I've felt
What I've known
Turn the pages
Turn the stone
Behind the door
Should I open it for you?
So I dub thee unforgiven
Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known
I take this key
And I bury it in you
Because you're unforgiven too
Never free
Never me
'cause you're unforgiven too
Oh


Better Than You

length: 5:23
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Mike Gillies, Darren Grahn and Paul DeCarli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Darren Grahn and Gary Winger
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich
I look at you then you me
Hungry and thirsty I wait
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be
Better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Lock homes I push and I strive
Somehow I feel more alive
Bury the deep forest
Bury the sea
Bury me deep when there's no will to be
Better than you (better than you)
Oh Better than you (better than you)
Oh, can't stop this train from rolling
Oh, yo, nothing brings me down
No, can't stop this train from rolling on and on, on
No, no, forever on and on
Oh, can't stop this train from rolling
Oh, yo, you can't take it down
No, never stop this locomotion on and on and on
No, no, you can't bring me down 'cause I'm
Better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Oh better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Much better than you
Better than you (better than you)
Oh better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Better than
Better than
Better than
Better than you
Yeah
Can't stop this train from rolling
Forever on and on and on and on and on
Forever on and on and on
Better than you
Yeah
Haha
Better than you


Slither

length: 5:14
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Mike Gillies, Darren Grahn and Paul DeCarli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Darren Grahn and Gary Winger
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Oh
Watch the puppets dancing
Yeah
See the clowns fall down
Hey
Tie your tap shoes tightly
Yeah
Wear them into town
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
There ain't no heroes here
No
No, no more
Hey, hey, hey
Oh
Play the game so nicely
Oh
Check, it's your move now
Yeah
We're standing in this jungle
Yeah
With some things I have found
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
See you crawling
See you crawling
So don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here
No, no
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Yeah, haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them


Carpe Diem Baby

length: 6:13
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Paul DeCarli, Darren Grahn and Mike Gillies
additional engineer assistant engineer: Darren Grahn, Kent Matcke, Bernardo Bigalli and Gary Winger
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Hit dirt
Shake tree
Split sky
Part sea
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Live to win
Dare to fail
Eat the dirt
And bite the nail
Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby
Draw lead
Piss wine
Sink teeth
All mine
Stoke fire
Break neck
Suffer through this
Cheat on dead air
Under curve
Noose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Oh yeah
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby
Yeah, suck it
Live to win
Dare to fail
Eat dirt
Bite the nail
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Under curve
Noose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Come on, come on
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come make me miss you
Come carpe diem baby
Come carpe diem baby

Bad Seed

length: 4:06
producer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Paul DeCarli, Darren Grahn and Mike Gillies
additional engineer assistant engineer: Darren Grahn, Kent Matcke, Bernardo Bigalli and Gary Winger
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh
Bad
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Come clean
Fix up
Tell all
Spill guts
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Show the card
Bring it on
Break the seal
Ladies and gentlemen
Step right up and see the man who taught the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the bad seed
On the bad seed
Ah choking
Yeah
Let it on
Load up
Confess
Care so
At the mercy
Cat is out
Drop through the sky
Spit it up
Spit it out
And now what you've all been waiting for
I give you he who suffers the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah, you bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the bad seed
Choking on the bad seed
Yeah
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Bring it on
Break the seal
At the mercy
Cat is out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it out now
At the mercy
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Choking on the seed
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah, you bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the
Choking, choking, choking on the bad seed
Yeah
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Bring it on
Break the seal
At the mercy
Cat is out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out now
Yeah
Choking on the bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad seed


Where the Wild Things Are

length: 6:55
producer: James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Paul DeCarli, Mike Gillies and Darren Grahn
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Darren Grahn, Bernardo Bigalli and Gary Winger
mixer: Mike Fraser and Randy Staub
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Jason Newsted, Lars Ulrich
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
Steal dreams and give to you
Shop lift a thought or two
All children touch the sun
Burn fingers one by one
By one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah
Toy soldiers off to war
Big eyes to open too
Believing now under sun and moon
But does heaven know you're here?
And did they give you smiles or tears?
No, no tears
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah
Toy soldiers off to war
You swing your ass all down
Call to arms, a trumpet's sound
Toy horses start the charge
Robots, chessmen standing guard
We shall never surrender
All you children touch the sun
Burn your fingers one by one
Will this earth be good to you?
Keep you clean or stain through?
So wake up sleepy one
It's time to save your world
You're where the wild things are
Yeah
Toy soldiers off to war
Off to war
Off to war
So close your little eyes


Prince Charming

length: 6:06
producer: James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Darren Grahn, Paul DeCarli and Mike Gillies
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Gary Winger and Bernardo Bigalli
assistant engineer additional engineer: Darren Grahn
mixer: Mike Fraser and Randy Staub
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich
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 it cry
There's a dirty needle in your child
Haha stick me
Empty bottles still in hand still dead
Still me
I'm the suit and tie that breaks the street
And still wants more
I'm the 45 that's in your mouth
I'm a 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
When 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
He wants to become father now
Me again, me
The marks inside your arms still leaves me alone to me
I'm the nothing face that plants a 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 brought this world
Just what you wanna see
Hey ma
Hey ma, look it's me
It's me
Look up to me
What you've been and what you've feared
Look up to me
Look it's me, what you hear
See right through me
See the one who can't be free
See right through me
Look it's me when no one wants to see
Hey, hey, hey
Hm, now see the black cloud overhead
That's me
Hm, in 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 it 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
When 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 though me
Look up to me
See right though me
Look up to me

Low Man’s Lyric

length: 7:38
producer: Bob Rock, James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Darren Grahn, Mike Gillies and Paul DeCarli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Gary Winger, Bernardo Bigalli, Kent Matcke and Darren Grahn
mixer: Mike Fraser and Randy Staub
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
guest electric guitar: Jim Martin
hurdy gurdy: David Miles
violin: Bernardo Bigalli
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
cause low man is due
Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touch the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alleyway
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken, to match my face

The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn

So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins

Attitude

length: 5:17
producer: James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Paul DeCarli, Mike Gillies and Darren Grahn
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Kent Matcke, Darren Grahn and Gary Winger
mixer: Mike Fraser and Randy Staub
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: Kirk Hammett and James Hetfield
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Lars 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
Oh 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?
What ever happened to sweat?
Suppose I say
The vultures smile at me
Suppose I say
I set them down
They plan to pick you clean
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, yeah, and gone again
Oh, I hunger
Oh, 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
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, gone again
Yeah, I hunger
Oh, 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?
What ever happened to sweat?


Fixxxer

length: 8:15
producer: Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield and Bob Rock
recording engineer: Randy Staub
additional engineer: Brian Dobbs
editor: Darren Grahn, Paul DeCarli and Mike Gillies
assistant engineer additional engineer: Bernardo Bigalli
additional engineer assistant engineer: Gary Winger, Kent Matcke and Darren Grahn
mixer: Randy Staub and Mike Fraser
additional percussion: Jim McGillveray
electric bass guitar: Jason Newsted
electric guitar: James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett
lead vocals: James Hetfield
drums (drum set): Lars Ulrich
writer: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Lars Ulrich
Yeah
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins in make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or merely stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Yeah
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Jab it
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three X's for the stone
To break this curse
A ritual's due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun
Pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith
Which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Oh yeah
No more pins in me, yeah
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no