Metallica Lulu (with Lou Reed) 1. Brandenburg Gate 2. The View [with Lou Reed]I am a chorus of the voices That gather up the magnets Set before me I attract you and repel you A science of the heart And blood and meaning The coldness of most beauties Is a challenge that our youth Must quickly conquer There is no time for guilt Or second guessing, second guessing Based on feeling I am the truth, the beauty That causes you to cross Your sacred boundaries I have no morals Some think me cheap And someone who despises The normalcy of heartbreak The purity of love But I worship the young And just formed angel Who sits upon the pin of lust Everything else Bores me I want to see your suicide I want to see you give it up Your life of reason I want you on the floor And in a coffin your soul shaking I want to have you doubting Every meaning you’ve amassed Like a fortune Oh throw it away For worship someone Who actively despises you For worship someone Who actively despises you I am the root I am the progress I am the aggressor I am the tablet These ten stories Worship Worship Pain and evil have their place Sitting here beside me I offer them to you as servants Of the gold that you must give Pain and evil have their place Sitting here beside me And I’ll offer them, I offer them to you As servants of the gold That you must give to me I want to see your suicide I want to see you give it up, give it up Your your life of reason I want to see you on the floor And in a coffin, soul shaking Soul shaking I want to have you doubting Every meaning you’ve amassed Like a fortune, like a fortune Throw it away For worship of someone who actively despises you Who actively despises you 3. Pumping Blood If I pump out blood in the sunshine Oil on the wheel That is blasted and busted away A nail or a little piece of glass A little piece of glass A little piece of glass Swarming like bees over the air Off the pump off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away Like bees over the air Off the pump Off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away Off the pump Off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away If I pump blood in the sunshine And you wear a leather box with azaleas And I pump more blood And it seeps through my skin Will you adore the river The stream, the trickle The tributary of my heart As I pump more blood And it seeps through my skin Will you adore the river The stream, the trickle The tributary of my heart If I’m pumping blood Like a common state worker If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute Would you think less of me And my coagulating heart Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute Coagulating heart Pumping blood Would you top me off Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy While you yell out, “mercy” We grow apart Would you rip and cut me Use a knife on me Be shocked at the boldness The coldness of this little heart Tied up in leather Would you take the measure Of the blood that I pump In the manic confusion of love Supreme violation Supreme violation “Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you” “Oh Jack I beseech you” Supreme violation Blood in the foyer The bathroom The tea room The kitchen, with her knives splayed I will swallow your sharpest cutter Like a colored man’s dick Blood spurting from me “Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…” “Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…” In the end it was an ordinary heart “Oh Jack I beseech you” As I scream out my pain In the end it was an ordinary heart In the end, in the end, in the end It was an ordinary heart “Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you” Supreme violation... Oh “Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you” I call out your name Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, The tea room, the kitchen And knives splayed I swallow your sharpest cutter Like a colored man’s dick Blood spurting from me Blood spurting from me “Oh Jack” “Oh Jack, I beseech ya” In the end it was an ordinary heart In the end it was an ordinary heart Pumping blood 4. Mistress Dread 5. Iced Honey You can't put a butterfly in a jar If the effort's too high no matter who you are You can't catch the moon, or the sun or the stars It doesn't matter who you are Iced honey Now me I've tried a million tricks To make life cold and make it stick Not running heat that flames then out But the proud piece of ice that always floats Iced honey If I can't trap a butterfly or a bee If I can't keep my heart where I want it to be If no matter how much soul and heart I put to the wood If a flaming heart is not that good Iced honey If you can't put a butterfly in a jar If violence mars your final hour If you make others feel like jam Poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb If it's all mixed up and you cannot shout And your oxygen starts to run out If your final gasp has the recipe wrong And instead of hello you say so long If your energy starts to leak out And people wonder what you're all about A heartbreaker with an unattached heart The story of love gives them all a start And me, I've always been this way Not by choice, just this way I can't put my honey pot in a jar Or a heart or a fist of some young boy If you can't put a butterfly in a jar No wonder no need to wonder where you are It might seem like Hell, the river Styx Your affection never sticks No matter what you say, no matter what you do A butterfly heart flies right past you There's nothing to say, nothing to do See if the ice will melt for you Iced honey 6. Cheat On Me 7. Frustration Frustration In my lexicon of hate I see you with your portraiture Does he love you? Does he love you too? The brush strokes Kiss your breasts and toes I cry icicles in my stein The heartbeats flutter With an abnormal rhythm The pain shoots through my body A sword between my thighs I wish that I could kill you But I too love your eyes You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate The hatred smolders in your eyes I’d drop to my knees in a second To salivate in your thighs But all I do is fall over I don’t have the strength I once had In you and your prickless lover And his easel in his eyes I feel the pain creep up my leg Blood runs from my nose I puke my guts out at your feet You’re more man than I To be dead to have no feeling To be dry and spermless like a girl I want so much to hurt you I want so much to hurt you I want so much to hurt you Marry me I want you as my wife Spermless like a girl More man than I More man than I Frustration In my lexicon of hate You’re feeling less like a whore but you Stimulate All I do is fall over I don’t have the strength I once had All I do is fall over I don’t have the strength I once had I want you so much to hurt you I want so much to hurt you I want so much to hurt you I want you as a wife Frustration is my lexicon of hate Frustration is my lexicon of hate Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate I cry icicles Heartbeats flutter Abnormal rhythm I wish that I could kill you But I too love your eyes I want you as my wife I want you as my wife Spermless like a girl Lucky in feeling More man than I Marry me, marry me, marry me I want you as a wife Spermless like a girl Puking my guts at your feet More man than I Fru… fru… fru… frustration Frustration 8. Little Dog 9. Dragon You don’t actually care Love for you is no beginning You’re not really there Hallucination I thought you were listening Hallucination I thought you were listening Hallucination I understand you think you’re above it The adolescent sense of the sky The feeling of billowing heartbeats The fingertips run through your hair They run through your hair Hallucination Hallucination Oh you think you’re so special That there’s no law meant for you You come and go like the goddess you are We’re mere mortals below Fingertips run through your hair We are mere mortals below Are meant to be peons Are meant to be servants Are meant to be dismissible objects One fucks with One fucks with Poor pitiful creature The winner in heartbreak The winner in caring The winner in every miniscule method of wearing Your heart on your sleeve A red star of idiocy An idiot’s idiocy My, my caring for you Caring for you Do you think we’re a book Some kind of a table You can rest your feet on when you’re able Red star of idiocy An idiot’s idiocy My caring for you Poor pitiful creature To notice the pining The self deprivation The self flagellation of you Dear worshippers We do like you regal We do like you haughty We do love to look upon your perfect body The hair on your shoulders The smell of your armpit The taste of your vulva and everything on it We all really love you And you have no meaning You don’t even see us You were never caring You go do what you do You do it for you No one exists with you You’re way above caring Leave a trail upon the wake That no one ever tries to take Because waiting for you Thinking of you Is another way of dying Is another way of dying I’m clawing your chest ‘Til your collarbone bleeds Piercing your nipples ’til I bite them off I scratch your face and bite your shoulders Way above caring Way above caring And your Kotex jukebox Your Kotex jukebox I’m doomed, I’m swearing Waiting for you In your high heels and nightie Your leather dress squeaking Latex now sweating, waiting for you In your tincture Your opium white bathrobe Your white tiles run red now Are we both dead now? The liquid exchange of our heart The liquid exchange of our heart Are we both dead now? You’re way above caring Your heart on your sleeve A red star of idiocy An idiot’s idiocy My caring My caring for you My caring for you You’re way beyond caring Your heart on your sleeve A red star of idiocy An idiot’s idiocy My caring for you Oblivious to caring Oblivious to caring Oblivious to caring Leave a trail upon the wake That no one ever tries to take Because waiting for you Because thinking of you Is another way of dying You’re way above caring Oblivious to caring Oblivious to caring You poor pitiful creature The mistake of feeling The one who rejects you is the winner, It’s true The winner in heartbreak The winner in caring The winner in every miniscule method of wearing Your heart on your sleeve A red star of idiocy An idiot’s idiocy Your heart on your fuckin’ sleeve My caring for you We were meant to be peons We’re meant to be peons Mere mortals below Meant to be servants Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with Oh, oh, oh you’re so special No law meant for you You come and go like the goddess you are The fingertips run through your hair A billowing heart beats Feeling Feeling What a glorious feeling To be so rejected So rejected An idiot’s idiocy My caring for you You think I’m a book or a table You can rest your fuckin’ feet on When you’re able The taste of your vulva, everything on it The hair on your shoulders The smell of your armpit We do love you, to look upon your perfect body We love you regal We love you haughty Oblivious to caring Oblivious to caring Caring Oh my dear Oh my dear Oh my dear Oblivious to caring Are we really dead now? Are we both dead now? 10. Junior Dad