Текст песни Whiplash (Live at The Troubadour, West Hollywood, CA / May 24th, 1988) - Metallica

So what, more old shit or what?
We got some friends from way back, don't we?
All fuckin' right, so we play this one too

One, two, three, four

Late at night, all systems go, come to see the show
We do our best, you're the rest, you make it real, you know
There's a feeling deep inside, drives you fuckin' mad
A feeling of a hammerhead, you need it, oh, so bad

Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac

Bang your head against the stage like you never did before
Make it ring, make it bleed, make it fuckin' sore
In a frenzied madness with your leathers and your spikes
Heads are bobbing all around, it's hot as fuck tonight

Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
What?

Here on stage the Marshall noise is piercing through your ears
It kicks your ass, kicks your face, exploding feeling nears
Now's the time to let it rip, to let it fuckin' loose
We're gathered here to maim and kill, this is what we choose

Adrenaline starts to flow
Thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Yeah

Go, Kirky

Whiplash

The show is through, the metal's gone, it's time to hit the road
Another town, another gig, again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways, life out here is raw
We'll never stop, we'll never quit 'cause you're Metallica

Adrenaline starts to flow
You're thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Ow!