It was 20 years ago today Motorhead taught this band to play
At first they were so out of style now they’re guaranteed to raise your bile
So may I introduce to you, the band that drank 1000 beers
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath Pub Band!

Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath pub band, we hope you will enjoy the show
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath pub band, just thrash and let the metal flow
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motor, Sgt. Hetfield’s Motor, Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath pub band

It’s wonderful to drink beer, It’s certainly a swill
You’re such a lovely audience
We’d like to play you Motorbreath We’d love to play it, yeah!

I don’t really want to stop the show but I thought you might like to know
James is gonna sing a song and he wants you all to thrash along
So let me introduce to you, the band who drank 1000 beers
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath pub band

Drink more beer!
				

You say you want a revolution, well you know
Metal mop tops change the world
You’re singing “And I’m Evil”-ooh-tion, well you know
Metal mop tops change the world


Cuz when you talk about Destruction
“Release from Agony” knocks me out

You know it’s gonna be alright


You say you want a real solution, well you know
Metal mop tops have a plan
We drink our share of Absolut-ion, well you know
Come on, raise a metal hand!

Cuz if you go playing for people that glam boys hate
All I can play for you brother is Mercyful Fate

You know it’s gonna be alright


Hair bands have no constitution, well you know
We’d love to bang their heads
In the Sanitarium institution, well you know
It’s best to free your mind instead


Cuz if you go carrying pictures of Taime Down
You ain’t a Beatallibanger, no way, no how!

You know it’s gonna be alright….
				

 Flew in from Miami-Grg, Larz, Kliff, and me
Whipping dance of dead last nite
On the way the paper bag wuz on my knee
Couldn't even hit the lightz


We're blackened the U.S.S.R.
Grg, Kliff, me, and Larz-ohhh!
Blackened the U.S.S.R.


Been away too long so we trashed the place
It'z good to be back home!
Death to Mother Earth and the human race
Just as long the beer'z got foam


We're blackened the U.S.S.R.
Grg, Kliff, me, and Larz-woah-ohhh!
Blackened the U.S.-
Blackened the U.S.-
Blackened the U.S.S.R.


Well, the Ukraine booze really knockz me out
All you see iz in obscurity
And Moscow vodka makes me scream and shout
And Georgia'z got the d-d-darkest p-p-p-p-potency!


Decadence remainz and there is no doubt
That we'll cauze your hearing harm
Let me hear the flying-Vz a-ringing out
Oh, my beer is warm!
				

 Let me tell you how shit will be
Better grip your pillow tight-a-lay


Now enter Sandman
YEE-AA-AH, enter Sandman


I will fill your eyez with sand
Off to Nevernever land


Enter Sandman
YEE-AA-AH, enter Sandman

I'm the Sandman--with a metal beat
And I think that--Dokken'z fuckin' weak
I want you to bang--right in the street
And if you sleepwalk--destroy and seek-SANDMAN!


Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for Kliff my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I'll pray for Kliff my soul to take


I am the beast under Don Dokken'z bed--SANDMAN, fuckin' Dokken!
I'm in hiz closet, in hiz head--SANDMAN, fuckin' weak!


Cuz I'm the Sandman
YEE-AA-AH, enter Sandman


And my advice as Dokken diez
It's time to kiss your ass goodbye


Cuz I'm the Sandman
YEE-AA-AAH, enter Sandman
And you'll sleep with one eye open for me
				

Kliff holds down the bottom then it’s Grg with a pick and a slide
Larz starts to burn through a ticket to ride
Then we get to the bottom of sorrow—yeah!


Do you, don’t you want me to hate you
Planting seeds beyond my fate—ooh
Anger, that is the answer
You may be a lover but you aint no thrasher, no


Helvester of skelter….


Do you, don’t you want me to shoot in
Distributor of pain, let the beatings begin
Anger, that is the answer
You may be a lover, you aint no thrasher….


Nelson’s said all their prayers
I’m going to invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
Now you’ll find where murder lies…infanticide


Helvester of skelter….
				

It’s a garage dayz nite and I’ve been working like a dog
It’s a garage dayz nite, don’t you be sleeping like a log
Cuz when I’m playing for you
You’ll find the things that I do
Will make you feel alright

You know I play all day, I play the metal that makes your ears ring
And it kicks ass just to hear you say you don’t want “Love at First Sting”
Cuz when I see you it’s nice
To play you “Trapped Under Ice”
You know I feel OK

On the road everything seems to be right
Wherever I may roam the road becomes my bride
				

[Instrumental]
				

 Leper Madonna-spineless from the start
Like a Virgin comez to town, you're sucked into the part
Living by your story, spreading your diseaze
Suffah for your glory, falling to your kneez


Friday nite-a brazier in your suitcase
Like a Prayer-death creeping like a nun
Monday-blind devotion came with black lace
Seeee O-ri-on


Leper Madonna-Jaymz iz at your breast
He don't give a fuck-a how you feed the rest


Leper Madonna-Jaymz iz in your bed
Listen to Beatallica raging in your head


Tuesday-you are taken by the glamour
Wednesday-see the sheep are set to come
Thursday-you're a stinking drunk with power
Seeee O-ri-on


Leper Madonna-Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution, get a bettah seat
				

 Ktulu--Ktulu’s so bad
He’s driving me mad

….He’s driving YOU mad…!

He’s so…HEAVY!!
				

The day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all the pangs of Famine linger on when she no longer feeds you
Sinner once, sinner twice
You find that in its die-hard ruthless metal fury, time just seems to heed you

And in your eyes you’re King Nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Ride Four Horsemen
Oh Lars go get me one more beer

Don't stay home, go on out
A quartet of deliverance rides for you upon this nite, nothing you can do

You want it, you need it
Pestilence all that’s left for what you’ve had to endure
Death to you for sure

The day breaks, your mind aches
Your girlfriend takes you to a lame-ass poser Winger concert
Fucking forget her
				

 Hey, dude-it'z true not sad
Take a thrash song and make it better
Remembah! That metal iz in your heart
Then you can start to be a fretter


Hey, dude-don't you be afraid
You were made to go be a shredder
The minute you let us under your skin
Then you'll begin to be a fretter


So crank your amp and deal the pain
Hey, dude-you're insane!
The riverz run red with blood of poseurs
And don't you know that he'z the fool
Who playz it cool
But needz for hiz beer to be much colder


Hey, dude-nevah turn it down!
You must pound her, I mean Kip Winger
New wave of British heavy metal iz in your heart
And you can start with Diamond Headerz
				

 We’re Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath Pub Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath Pub Band
You thrashed and let the metal flow


Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath Pub Band
Cant’ take it any other way
Sgt. Hetfield’s crushing poseurs Motorbreath Pub Band
Gonna take your breath away

Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath Pub Band
Now you’ll never be the same
Sgt. Hetfield’s sonic rotor Motorbreath Pub Band
Hard and heavy, dirty and mean


With his sonic rotor crushing all the poseurs
Sgt. Hetfield’s Motorbreath….Pub….Band!
				

...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL MY LOVING

Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you
The hammer crushes you, Justice is seeking no truth
And then while I’m away
I can’t believe the price you pay
As I send justice for all my loving to you

All my loving I will send to you
All my loving—find it so sad but true

I’ll pretend that I’m kissing, Lady Justice I’m pissing
Justice lost, raped, and gone for you
The ultimate in vanity, exploiting their supremacy
As I send justice for all my loving to you