metallica - prince charming

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

Stick me

Empty bottles still in hand, still dead

Still me

I’m the suit and tie that bleeds the street and still wants more

I’m the forty-five that’s in your mouth, I’m a dirty, dirty whore



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

What no one wants to see

See what you brought this world

Just what you want to see

Hey, Ma

Hey, Mom! Look, it’s me