In every city
there’s at least one homeless guy
who walks down the street
with giant strides and flailing arms
has scraggly unkempt hair and beard
boots so old they’ve turned street-dust grey
pants ripped up to the knees
(you’ve seen him)
screaming “motherfucker! motherfucker! motherfucker!”
Thank goodness for passion.
(Metallica’s fans were all gone by that time, with no more ground support, they opted for air superiority, hence the vain, much-publicized legal battle.)