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Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1992
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My blood flows through the streets
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I won't feel the hurt
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Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1992
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Acting like a robot,
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The earth starts to rumble
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Written by: Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson, 1992
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Solo-Marty
Ensuing power vacuum,
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Solo-Marty
Born from the dark,
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Written by: Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson, 1992
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Barren land that once filled a need,
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Now with new hope some will be proud.
Solo-Marty
Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
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Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1992
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Solo-Dave
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Well, me...it's nice talking to myself,
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Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1992
There is something wrong with me
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This was the wrong thing to do
Now there's motives for the suspect
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In our life there's if
Solo-Dave
This was my life
Written by: Dave Mustaine, Nick Menza, David Ellefson and Marty Friedman, 1992
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Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare.
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One hour from now,
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Written by: Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson, 1992
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Paralyzed with fear
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Jump or die!
Solo-Dave
Dropping all my weight
Solo-Marty
High speed dirt...
Solo-Dave
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1992
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Burning inside
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Target to destroy
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All solos-Marty
Psychotron
Written by: Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson, Nick Menza and Marty Friedman, 1992
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
Yes, we have Your Honour, we find the defendant guilty!
By virtue of the jury's decision and the power
Life?...Whadda ya mean life?...I ain't got a life.
Boy!...Your soul better belong to Jesus!...
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No time for questions
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Solo-Dave
Inside the bighouse
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Solo-Dave
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Written by: Dave Mustaine, Nick Menza, David Ellefson and Marty Friedman, 1992
Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,
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Now we've rewritten history
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Solo-Marty
Where do we go from here?
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Skin O' My Teeth
Note: A song telling about some of Dave's problems in the past. Megadeth usually opens their shows with this song. The single in Europe had a special "Mega Game" offer.
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
Wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills
On the dresser of my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time,
The white lights a train
Bearing down on me
Solo - Marty
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget
Ooh to close the drawer
Symphony of Destruction
Note: A song about electing a man to President and how he becomes a "robot."
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads a'roll
A'roll...
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destruction
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.
Explodes...
Solo-Marty
World powers fall
A'warring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall...
Architecture of Aggression
Note:
In the black cloak of night.
To envelop its prey below,
Deliver to the light.
To eliminate your enemy,
Hit them in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost,
The spoils of wars are yours to keep.
Great nations built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your architecture of aggression.
A toppled leader dies
His body fuels the power fire,
And the flames rise to the sky.
One side of his face a kiss,
The other genocide.
Time to pay with your ass,
A worldwide suicide.
In the black cloak of night.
To envelop its prey below,
Deliver to the light.
To eliminate your enemy,
Hit then in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost,
The spoils of war are yours to keep.
Foreclosure of a Dream
Note: Inspired by a relative of Ellefson losing his farm land to the government.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race.
Means to an end ended in disgrace.
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase.
Foreclosure of a dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost,
Personal Holocaust.
Foreclosure of a dream.
Are worthless now, dead without a deed.
Slipping away from an iron grip,
Nature's scales are forced to tip,
The heartland cries, loss of all pride
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To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried.
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide.
Solo-Dave
This is no hoax, no one pushed out.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer.
Break new ground of a new frontier.
New ideas will surely get by.
No deed, or dividend. Some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Holocaust
Sweating Bullets
Note: A definite sing-along at any Megadeth show! The video is not available on any home video.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story...Tell it to Reader's Digest!!!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Hello me...It's me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations.
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets
This Was My Life
Note:
It was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences
It was doomed to not be right
There is something wrong with you
There is nothing left of us
There is one thing I can do
Lying on your bed,
Examining my head
This is the part of me that hates
Paybacks are a bitch
I throw the switch
Somewhere an electric chair awaits
Hey! This was my life
Hey! This was my fate
This was the wrong one to be doing
This was the road to destiny
This was the road to my ruin
Now there's nothing left to say
Now there's method to the madness
Now there's society to pay
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there's sin
In our bodies there's die
This was my fate
Countdown to Extinction
Note: A song about a group of hunters that trap their animals and then kill the helpless animal while it can't defend itself.
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight.
The stage is set, now pay the price.
An ego boost, don't think twice.
Technology, the battle's unfair,
You pull the hammer without a care.
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man,
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned...
The hunt is canned.
All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction.
The skin and trophy, oh so rare.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Ignore the guilt, and take your turn.
Liars anagram is "lairs,"
Man you were never even there.
Killed a few feet from the cages,
Point blank, you're so courageous...
So courageous.
another species of life form
will disappear off the face of the planet
forever...and the rate is accelerating.
High Speed Dirt
Note: A song about skydiving and your parachute not opening.
Leaping from the sky
Hurling thru the air
Exhilarating high
See the earth below
Soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death
I'm off to meet my maker
Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge
Won't stop til I hit the ground, I'm on my way for sure
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt
Feel velocity gain
Entering a near
Catatonic state
Pressure of the sound
Roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground
Damned if I'll be dead
Solo-Marty
Going down full throttle
The pale horse awaits
Like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins
Faster as I go
I forgot my name
I'm a dirt torpedo
Psychotron
Note: Many people on the Megadeth Mailing List consider this the worst Megadeth song recorded.
Assailant from Hell
Impervious to damage
Computer on-board
Engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man
Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine
Just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man
Arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate
You will terminate
Life systems disconnect
Captive Honor
Note:
An insane place, with insane moves
Battles without, for battles within
Where evil lives and evil rules
Breaking them up, just breaking them in
Quickest way out, quickest relief wins
Never disclose, never betray
Cease to speak or cease to breathe
And when you kill a man, you're a murderer
Kill many, and you're a conqueror
Kill them all...Ooh...Oh you're a god!
Have you reached a verdict?
On all counts for crimes against all humanity.
Vested in me by the state I hereby sentence you to be
Incarcerated with no possibility of parole for life.
Hmmm-mmm cause your ass belongs to me!
Captive honour, ain't no honour
No time for the games
Start kicking ass
And taking down the names
A long shit list
A shorter fuse
He is untouchable
And guarantees you'll lose
His nightmare unfolds
Before he got there
His manpussy was sold
Black blanket welcome
This tough guy's now a bitch
Praying for death
It can't be worse than this
Solo-Marty
Ashes in Your Mouth
Note:
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall.
Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war.
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here,
God have mercy!
The one thing we've found out,
Sweet taste of vindication,
It turns to ashes in your mouth.
If you're fighting to live
It's O.K. to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!
Solo-Marty
Solo-Dave
God have mercy!
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