Helpful Tip [Feat Metallica]

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

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

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

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