The Hidden Treasures E.P.
was released in 1995. It contains 7 songs Megadeth did for complilation
albums, soundtracks, and tribute albums, plus a new Sex Pistols cover.
This album also features the dark metallic Megadeth logo. The cover
is a map of Megadeth, Arizona. The song titles are places on the
map. Vic’s head is on the back of the CD.
No More Mr. Nice Guy
(Alice Cooper/Michael Bruce)
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
’Til they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends ’cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me
And I’m gettin’ real shot down
And I’m feeling mean
Chorus
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
I got no friends ’cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me
And I’m getting real shot down
And I’m feeling mean
Chorus
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom’s been thrown out of the social circle
My dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose
He said,
No more, Nice Guy
Chorus
Breakpoint
(Mustaine/Ellefson/Menza)
Make the rules for me to live by
Roll your blade and just let it slide
You try to find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say not as you do
Chorus
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me
Push
Push me to a breakpoint
Self-esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger, three pointing back
Control’s the illusion with all good intent
Evil’s contagious and life ain’t that fair
Critisist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up
Chorus
Once in pain, the only pleasure
Fascination, this sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull, you’ll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad
Chorus
(Spoken)
“In my opinion as a professional
I recommend we straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch
Lock him in a rubber room
Sedate him - heavily
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up
We’ll see if he can be a nice boy”
“Sedate me?
Cool!
“Straight-jacket?
Hey! Hey!
Let go of me! Hey!…”
Breakpoint
You push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint
You push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint
Don’t push me!
Go To Hell
(Mustaine/Ellefson/Friedman/Menza)
I’m not going to wake up today
They’ve pulled my plug the picture fades
And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays
Go to hell
As they bury me now six feet there my body lies
Still feel like I’m giong down I hear a distant wailing cry
God something must’ve gone wrong
And much too late I realize
Go to hell
I saw my funeral that day
I know who didn’t show to mourn
My judgement was life in hell
Pillars of pain and thorns
My only friend’s a goat
With 666 between his horns
Go to hell
Place all your trust here in me
Rest assured these things I know
And as charon sails the sea
Your journey too shall end below
Ah yes you’re all sitting ducks
It’s true you reap what you sow
Go to hell
Now I lay me down to sleep
Blah, blah, blah my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I'll go to hell for heaven’s sake
The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips
The more the mask you’re wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Raving impossibilities
Chorus
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
Ow!
And when the story takes a twist
If folds like a contortionist
Sleight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Chorus
The searing of the sinew
My body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue
My lungs begin to tear
Gravity’s got my bones
It pulls my flesh away
The steam finally dissipates
I make out my sweaty face
Association that I choose
Gave I inevitably lose
Governed by laws set up by me
Fracture its jaw to let me be
A cut-out cardboard condo maze
Filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare
As music rubber hosed the air
Chorus
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again
And again and again, again
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
Ow!
If I see the morning hours
I'll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow
Cause I’ve burned out my today
If I get up to the top I know
I’ll just go back downhill
Gotta terminal future
And it’s time to write my will
Down another glass of courage
And a shot of thorazine
Chorus
We’re not ready to see you yet
99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
(Repeat)
Gotta short between the earphones
Wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac
With two feet in the grave
I ain’t got no last words to say
Yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real
And the taste it blew my mind
In a black tie and straight jacket
Man I’m gonna try again
Chorus
(Repeat)
Demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree
There is only death and danger
In the sockets of my eyes
A playground of illusion
No one plays they only die
There’s a prison in my mind
And the bars are gonna break
I'm as mad as a hatter
And strung out just the same
Taunting rigor mortis
I feel it draw me in
Chorus
(Repeat)
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
Ninety, ninety, ninety-nine
Paranoid
(Burt Ward/Tony Iommi/Terence Butler/John Osborne)
Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me
Occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me us so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late
Too late
Too late
Sacrilege and blasphemy
Sets the stage today
The more insatiable the sex
The more swelled our tongues became
As pre-historic as it seems
This is now, today
As pre-historic as it seems
This is now
Talkin’ ’bout no vision
Talkin’ ’bout no dream
The harlot puddles for her lies
From where she speaks
I look above and see
Entrails in the sky
This song ain’t over
’Til the fat lady dies
One man rules the earth
And rides the seven-headed beast
Ten diadems, to crown them all
The world, religion at his feet
Dreams are told of dreams of old
This day will surely come
So, run my child and hide your face
Once you’ve been marked it’s finished, done
You’ll become one
You’re mine
You’re one
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
Vengence is mine
Vengence is mine
The netherworld and sheol
Are never satisfied
So the eyes of man are
Never sat-is-fied
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
Problems
(Johnny Rotten/Glen Matlock/Stephen Jones/Paul Cook)
Too many problems oh why am I here
I don’t need to be me cos you’re all too clear
And I can see there’s something wrong with you
What do you expect me to do
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Don’t come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no one
You got your body in suspension
Chorus
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don’t do what you want then you fade away
You won’t find me working 9 to 5
It’s too much fun being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You won’t find me living for the screen
Are you gettin’ lonely all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Chorus
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
Whatcha gonna do
With your problem?
Problem
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
Whatcha gonna do
With your problem
The problem is you
Problem
In a death trip I ain’t automatic
You won’t find me just staying static
Don’t you give me any orders
For people like me there is no order
Betcha thought you had it all worked out
Betcha thought you knew what I was about
Betcha thought you solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Chorus
Problem
Problem
Problem
The problem is you
Whatcha gonna do?
With your problem
I'll leave it to you
Problem
The problem is you
You got a problem
Whatcha gonna do
They know a doctor gonna take you away
They take you away and throw away the key
They don’t want you and you don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem
Whatcha gonna do
Problem
You got a problem
Problem
You got a problem
Problem
(Repeat 12 times)