Metallica
Helpful Tip (Feat Metallica)
{verse one: raymond]

I’m shooting in my car with the guitar beside me
On a steep winding expedition arriving to the top of the hill
My sensations are bright today I’m confident they last forever
Maple trees escorting me disclosure I was waiting for

No surprise where it leads irritated to get there
The asphalt is wet my figure is turning dark
But I really don’t go around today I just want to play poker
Carrying my guitar I play every moment I live

Chorus
I see smoke on top of the hill and I wonder what it means
Hell is flashing now but I still feel no strain
I hope this is my burning dream and I don’t want to let it go
I drive as fast as possible to get there in the right place

The smoke is hot here the road has left my anger behind
The sky is black and glum now the air is murky
Waiting for the rain drumming the ground I can’t forget
Everything is somewhere else the top of the hill is swelling

Despite the stormy weather and the road full of grass
I’m getting near the site without knowing what lies above the darkness
I reach the top rapidly and comfortably glance behind the hill
To see it is a unforgettable dream of mine in the middle of my eyes
{verse 2 James}

I woke thinking of the judge with a spade in my heart
Dirty people lying dying in the on the rugs
Stars blue and lights electric yellow at the Hard Rock Café
Storms everywhere brown sugar on the floor

Brad Pitt looking in the pack saw nothing inside
Fear raising my chin in the overcrowded graveyard
Far away a bunch of knives yelling to the deep mine
A man stabbed in the back litter covering the instructions

Threats flying around me unknowing where they boom
The pipes of crumbling houses made of blood red baseball bats
Insects crawling on ceilings believers swimming in gutters
I wonder why the burglars don’t respond to my needs

Chorus
Tired and gruesome industrialists and I don’t know why
Empty choppers and pockets with no money to produce
Surprised I am still in a desert surprised I’m staring at you
And everywhere the mud speaking of this crazy stage