Load (My Plate Up) Lyrics

Load (My Plate Up)

Gimme beans, gimme toast, gimme eggs that are poached

On the road the hunger grows

Anticipation high, food on my mind

March to the breakfast joint ready for a feast

But what they serve this morn is not what we need

I can smell the eggs (ooo)

I can smell the bacon (ooo)

I can smell the waffles (ooo)

I can smell the hashbrowns, hashbrowns

We're Metallica

Masters of metal and might

But this continental breakfast won't fuel our fire tonight

Croissants and orange juice

A meagre spread we fear

We hunger for a breakfast that'll make us shed a tear

Gimme beans, gimme toast, gimme eggs that are poached

We long for stacks of pancakes piled high

Sizzling bacon and eggs, a true American bite

Fuck these tiny pastries, delicate and light

Where's the oil and grease?

What a sorry sight

I can smell the eggs (ooo)

I can smell the bacon (ooo)

I can smell the waffles (ooo)

I can smell the sausage, sausage

We're Metallica

Masters of metal and might

But this continental breakfast won't fuel our fire tonight

Croissants and orange juice

A meagre spread we fear

We hunger for a breakfast that'll make us shed a tear

We'll leave this place behind

Ain't worth our pennies

Fuck these guys

We're going to Denny's

I can smell the eggs (ooo)

I can smell the bacon (ooo)

I can smell the waffles (ooo)

I can smell the butter, butter

We're Metallica

Masters of metal and might

But this continental breakfast won't fuel our fire tonight

Croissants and orange juice

A meagre spread we fear

We hunger for a breakfast that'll make us shed a tear