Released: February 6, 1988
Note: Considered the worst of the Megadeth linups/albums, although a favorite among many Megadeth fans.
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1989
The arsenal of Megadeth can't be rid they said
Too bad they couldn't see this lethal energy
Dig deep the piles of rubble and ruins
Written by: Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook and Steve Jones, 1977
Cause I want to be Anarchy. No dog's body.
Anarchy for the U.K.
Cause I want to be Anarchy, in the city.
Of many ways to get what you want
Cause I want to be Anarchy, it's the only way to be.
Is this the M.P.L.A.?
Cause I want to be an Anarchist, again I'm pissed, Destroy!
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
From the earth, up through the trees
No, I can't get away
Chorus
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Repeat chorus
It hurts so bad I can't breathe
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
Driving fast makes me feel good,
Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
Driving fast makes me feel good,
Stars above guide me
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
Through the darkest hour
Did you ever think I get lonely
You'll never know how hard I tried
Things will be better when I'm dead and gone
But oh how I lived my life for you
I walk, I walk alone
There's a better place for me
Time has a way of taking time
Won't you hold me again
In my darkest hour.
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its eyes
Make up your stories, truth's so hard to say
You're a liar, liar, liar, everyone can see
Start trouble, spread pain
Written by: Dave Mustaine, 1987
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Chorus
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
I'm not a fish
Into the Lungs of Hell
Note:
Set the World Afire
Note:
They said it'd never come, we knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now the humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye the end has just begun
Weeds once underneath your feet have grown into vines
Bodies melted like a candle, a land without a face
No time to change your fate, no time left, it's too late
And if it comes, the living will envy the dead
Racing for power, and all come in last
No winning first stone cast
This falsehood worldly peace
It's treaties will soon cease
No one will be left to prove that numbers existed
Maybe soon the children will be born open fisted
We all live on one planet it will all go up in smoke
and now the final scene, a global darkening
Towering overhead both far and wide
There's unknown tools of World War III
Einstein said "We'll use rocks on the other side"
No survivors set the world afire
Anarchy in the UK
Note:
I am an Anti-Christ,
and I am an anarchist.
Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it,
I want to destroy, possibly?
It's coming sometime it maybe.
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light.
Your future dream is a shopping spree.
I use the best, I use the rest.
I use the enemy,
I use anarchy.
Is this the U.D.A.?
Is this the I.R.A.?
I thought it was the U.K., or just another country
and other cunt-like tendencies.
Cause I want to be Anarchy, cause I want to be Anarchy,
you know what I mean?
Mary Jane
Note:
I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
And I'm still awake... Mary Jane
I can hear her calling me
Her voice rides on the breeze
Oh, it's haunting me
No, there's no escape
If I know I'm going crazy
I must not be insane
Beware my friends, as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now so you must be
Prepare my friends to follow me
I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
Fingers gripped around my brain
No control, my mind is lame
I'm in the astral plane, and I'll never be the same
Never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never
Prepare to follow me
502
Note:
Full tank, pockets lined with cash
Full throttle, gonna rip some ass.
Drive all day, and through the night,
Romance the road, winding left and right.
A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see.
The speed of light trapped under my hood.
Breaking laws, 'cause there's nothing to do.
Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502
Signs lose their meaning, minutes tick away.
Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.
Life on the freeway, night shift till dawn patrol.
The speed of light trapped under my hood
Breaking laws 'cause there's nothing to do.
Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502.
Stopped for a 502, next time it's gonna be you.
This feeling inside me.
I drive until daybreak.
Life on the freeway is Hell.
I'm coming through.
In my Darkest Hour
Note:
ha you're not there
and though I reached out for you
wouldn't lend a hand.
grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
no one cares for me.
did you ever think that I needed love
did you ever think to stop thinking
you're the only one that I'm thinking of.
to find my space and satisfy you too.
don't try to understand, knowing you I'm probably wrong.
still you'd turn away
now as I die for you
my flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
all these years I thought I was wrong
now I know it was you
raise you head, raise your face your eyes
tell me who you think you are, who?
into the promised land.
but it's far, far away
everlasting life for me
in a perfect world
but I gotta die first,
please god send me on my way.
Loneliness is not only felt be fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearning to be held by you, Alone so alone, I'm lost
Consumed by the pain
the pain, the pain, the pain.
you just laughed, ha ha, bitch
my whole life is work built on the past
but the time has come when all things shall pass
this good thing passed away.
Liar
Note:
Lie, steal, cheat and kill, a real bad guy
Your daddy is a wino, and your mommy is quite insane
From alter boy to sewer rat, you don't give a damn
Your sister is a junkie, gets "it" any way she can
Your brother's a gay singer in a stud leather band
Your girlfriend's got herpes to go with your hep and AIDS
There ain't one person you know you ain't ripped off yet.
Your face is replaced, a creature you despise
but I know what you're made of, it ain't much I'm afraid
I know you'll be lying until you dying day
Brain is numb and your tongue will surely dig your grave
Your mind is sickly from Alzheimer's Disease
And decadence and debauchery killed your memories
Liar, liar, [liar,] it's all you'll ever be
Liar, liar, liar, it's what you mean to me
Liar, liar, lies...
Piss and venom, in your veins
Talk nasty, breathe fire
Smell rotten, you're a liar
Sweat liquor, breathe snot
Eat garbage, spit blood
Diseased, health hazard
Scum bag, filthy bastard
Greasy face, teeth decay
Hair matted, drunk all day
Abscessed, sunken veins
Rot gut, scrambled brain
Steal money, crash cars
Rob jewelry, hock guitars
Rot in hell, it's time you know
To your master, off you go
You're a liar
A fucking liar
Filthy liar
Liar
You fucking liar
Liar
Hook in Mouth
Note:
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm a man
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