Cover Songs and Others
(Other than those released on Garage Days Re-Revisited)
(Originally recorded by Diamond Head in 1980)
Originally on Garage Days Revisited and Kill 'Em All
My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't want to see her face
All blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace
Twenty seven, everyone was nice
Gotta see 'em, make 'em pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice
Take my time
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Yes I am
As I watched my mother die, I lost my head
Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread
Takin' no chances, you come with me
I'll split you to the bone, help set you free
Twenty seven, everyone was nice
Gotta see 'em, make 'em pay the price
See their bodies out on the ice
Take my time
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Yes I am
On with the action now, I'll strip your pride
I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you ride
Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat
Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fire
You can come with me, sweet desire
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
My soul is longing for, await my heir
Sent to avenge my mother, sleep myself
My face is long forgot, my face not my own
Sweet and timely whore, take me home
Am I evil?
Yes I am
Am I evil?
I am man
Am I evil?
Yes I fucking am
Am I evil?
I am man, yeah!
(Originally recorded by Blitzkrieg in 1981)
Origanally Garage Days Revisited and Kill 'Em All
Let us have peace, let us have life
Let us escape the cruel night
Let us have time, let the sun shine
Let us beware the deadly sign
The day is coming
Armageddon's near
Inferno coming
Can we survive the blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
Save us from fate, save us from hate
Save ourselves before it's too late
Come to our need, hear our plea
Save ourselves before the earth bleeds
The day is dawning
The time is near
Aliens coming
Can we survive the blitzkrieg
The blitzkrieg
(Originally recorded by Budgie in 1973)
Originally on One Japanese single and Eye of the Beholder US single
Breadfan
Open up your mind
Open up your purse
Open up your bones
Never, never gonna lose it
Breadfan
Take it all away
Never give an inch
Gotta make a mint
Gotta make me a million
Breadfan
You got it wrong
Some long time friend's gonna lose it
In the end who's a fool
Seagull
Give it all away
Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be
Loser
Give it all away
Never stay with the winner
With the man
With all the filthy money
Come on
Keep it on the side
With a ride
On a record on the top
If you're gonna be a bad boy
Breadfan
You got it wrong
Some long time friend's gonna lose it
In the end who's a fool
Seagull
Give it all away
Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be
Breadfan
Open up your mind
Open up your purse
Open up your bones
Never, never gonna lose it
Breadfan
Take it all away
Never give an inch
Gotta make a mint
Gotta make me a million
Breadfan
You got it wrong
Some long time friend's gonna lose it
In the end who's a fool
Seagull
Give it all away
Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be
(Originally recorded by Diamond Head in 1980)
Bonus track on Japanese AJFA, B-side on US One single
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
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
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
(Originally recorded by Queen in 1974)
Originally contributed to Rubiayat: Elektra 40th Anniversay
Enter Sandman Single's B-side
Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumor going round, gotta clear out of town,
Smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door,
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, never
Never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!
Rainy afternoon, n a killer typhoon
And I'm playing with my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore
Cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!
Walking down the street, shooting people that i meet,
Fully loaded tommy gun
Here come the deputy,
Try fuckin' gettin' me,
Gotta fuckin' get up and run
They got the sirens lose,
I'm running out of juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven, let me go to hell
Crazy, stone cold crazy, you know!
(Originally recorded by Sweet Savage in 1980)
Unforgiven Single's B-side
The sound of gunfire goes through the night
The killing and hatred's a terrible sight
Reports come in of a heavy attack
Message recieved, we're moving back
Preparations are made for the journey back
Hints on survival, supplies are packed
No more nights in this eternal hall
Destination is simple, we move out
Killing time, your life's on the line
Killing time, your turn to kill
Killing time, what d'ya say?
Killing time, ah killing time
Ingenuity needed to keep us alive
No time for cowardice, kill & survive
Like a killer kid with a switchblade knife
Nasty word, he'll take your life
The silence is over the attack again
The killing & hatred, drive me insane
Reports come in of a savage attack
Message received, we're moving back
(Originally recorded by Anti-Nowhere League in 1981)
Originally on Japanese bonus track on The Black Album
Sad But True Single's B-side
So fucking what!
Well I've been to Hastings,
I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what
So what
And I've been here,
I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares
Who cares what you do
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you
Well I've fucked a queen
I've fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what
So what
And I've fucked a sheep
I've fucked a goat
I rammed my cock right down it's throat
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little fuck
Who cares
Who cares what you do
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you
And I've drunk that,
I've drunk this
I've spewed up on a pint of piss
So what
So what
I've had scank,
I've have speed
I've jacked up until I bleed
So what
So what
So what, so what, you boring little cunt
Who cares
Who cares what you do
Yeah who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you
I've had crabs,
I've had lice,
I've had the clap and that ain't nice
So what
So what
I've fucked this,
I've fucked that
I've even fucked a school girl's twat
So what
So what
So what, so what you boring little fuck
Who cares
Who cares what you do
And who cares,
Who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you
So fucking what!
Yeah!
The Chase is Better Than the Catch
You know I'm bad, the times I've had
I've gotta bad reputation
I don't care, I get my share
Don't feel no deprivation.
The more I get the better it is
I like it fine, Like a little whizz
Treat'em like ladies, that's a fact
You know the chase is better than the catch.
Silver tongued devil, deamon leach
You know just what I'm doing
I like a little innocent bitch
You know I ain't just screwing
I love you baby, love you too much
I like you fine I feel your touch
But your appearance don't hold no class
You know the chase is better than the catch.
A little beauty I love you madly
Come on home with me
I know you're hot, I know what you've got
You know I want to shake your tree
Come on honey touch me right there
Come on honey don't you get scared
come on honey let me get you in the sack
You know the chase is better than the catch.
Overkill
(Originally recorded by Motorhead, 1979)
Only way to feel the noise
Is when it's good and loud
So good I can't believe it
Screaming with the crowd
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill
Shut up
On your feet you feel the beat
Go straight through your spine
Shake your head you must be dead
If it don't make you blind
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill
Get the fuck down!
Know your body's made to move
You feel it in your guts
Rock 'n' roll ain't worth the name
If it don't make you strut
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Don't sweat it, give it back to you
Overkill, overkill, overkill
Get on it!
Damage Case
(Originally recorded by Motorhead, 1979)
Hey babe, don't act so scared
All I want is some special care
I don't belong in some institution
All I want's a little consolation
But I can tell by your face
I'm a total disgrace
Let me inside of your place
Move over for a damage case
Hey babe, wait a minute stop
Don't run away, don't call a cop
I ain't looking to victimise you
All I wanna do is tantalise you
But I can tell by your face
I'm all over the place
I can tell by your face
Got no time for a damage case
Hey babe don't turn away
I'm here tomorrow, I'm gone today
I don't know what you think your game is
I don't care even what your name is
But I could tell by his face
You were over his place
Let me inside of your space
Move over for a damage case
Stone Dead Forever
(Originally recorded by Motorhead, 1979)
Well I think you see me, in the glass
And I think you hear me, you better listen fast
I think I see you gone to seed
And the only reasons were your guilt and greed
You're out there on your own
Your face turned to stone
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever
You're a natural wizard, you you're just a ghoul
You're a sweet long lizard, with a silver spoon
You ain't never had it, quite so good
But you didn't know that you really could
You're outside in the cold
You're touch has turned to gold
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever
It's been a long time, been a long, long wait
And now you got your fingers on the pearly gates
You better leave your number and we'll call you
Do you know your problems ain't exactly new
But your time has come today
Turned you to feeling grey
Whatever happened to your life
Stone dead forever
Too Late Too Late
(Originally recorded by Motorhead, 1979)
I see that nothing's changed
Insist on playing games
Some waste of time you are
And you're so popular
Well this is it you bitch
I got a make my switch
You find some other John
I know what's goin' on
Your move, what do I have to lose
Stalemate, too late, too late
I thought you were for real
Just one more rip-off deal
Don't give me all that crap
I just escaped your trap
You think you see the joke
But you're just chasin' smoke
'Cause now the thrill is gone
I know what's goin' on
Your move, what do I have to lose
Stalemate, too late, too late
Misunderstanding me
The way you felt so free
I'm gonna jump the gun
I'm gonna hit and run
Your credibility
Don't cut no ice with me
You're just a feeble con
I know what's goin' on
Your move, what do I have to lose
Stalemate, too late, too late
Prowler
(Iron Maiden tune performed at live shows)
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
Got me feeling myself and reeling around.
London Dungeon
(Misfits tune performed at live shows)
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British Hell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British Hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British hell
I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon
I don't wanna be in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell
Here's hoping you're swell
The Mechanix (Later The Four Horsemen)
(Megadeth tune by Hetfield, Ulrich, and Mustaine)
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
You're a burner yeah, a real motor car
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
We were shifting this hard when we took off
Put tonight all four on the floor
When we hit top then you know it feels so slow
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
I'm giving you my room service
And you know it's more than enough
When you spark my plug you know I'm in love
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
With all four on the floor I feel what's in store
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah