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Dave Mustaine Lead Vocals, Lead Rhythm, and Acoustic Guitars |
David Ellefson Bass Guitars and Back-up Vocals |
| Jeff Young Lead, Rhythm, and Acoustic Guitars |
Chuck Behler Drums & Percussion |
Conceived and Directed by Dave Mustaine & MEGADETH
Produced by Paul Lani and Dave Mustaine
Engineered by Paul Lani assisted by Matt Freeman
Mixed by Michael Wagener for Double Trouble Productions, Inc.
Executive Producer Tim Carr
Recorded at Music Grinder, Los Angeles, CA Mixed at The Enterprise, North Hollywood, CA. Mastered by Stephen Marcussen at Precision Lacquer, Hollywood, CA.
Special Thanks
All Family and friends. Alice Cooper & crew, Keith Rawls, Robert Longo, Penelope Spheeris, Carl Wyant & THE COMPANY, Michael Alago, Lisa at Sam Ash, Nady, Rock-It Cargo, Iain Flint & Holly Yellin at Trillion Management, Janie Hoffman, Billy Johnson, Reg "Sledge" Halsall, Lee Jackson, Bruce Fingeret at Brockum, Barry Drinkwater at Bravado, Len Korobkin & Frieda, Darrell Robinson and D & D Coach, Tony & Len Wright, Stephen Chirazi, Ben Liemer, John Strednasky, Scorchin' Scotty, Dr. Metal, Mark Dideah, Rotosound, Pro Drum Shop, Ernie Ball Strings, Tom Anderson Guitarworks, Ross Carfield, the Drum Doctor, Jax Wong, William Calderwood, Ken Waagner, Mike Morse, Paul Jamieson, Mark Firestone, Nancy Sandler, Alex Kornalis and Wavelength Hair, Dave "Gadget" White and ALL THE FANS.
Capitol Records
Tim Carr, Tom Whalley, Dorene Lauer, Karen Goodman, Kick van Hengel, Maureen O'Connor, Judi Kerr, Ev, Trish, Paul, Gui & Trina, Jenny, Julie, Beth, Tasha, Kevin Hosmann, Bill Burks, Amber, Cindy Cooper, David Berman, Ray Tusken, Ron McCarrell, Joan Ingram, Lynda Hill, Reinhold Van Gerrishheim, Masa Umata, Andrew Pryor, Don Zimmermann, Byron Hontas, Mick Kleber, Michelle Peacock, Joy Broome and Jeremy Hammond.
Equipment & Endorsements
Jackson Guitars
Zildjian Cymbals
Sonor Drums
Marshall
Metaltronix
Remo
Above words are as they appear on the CD sleeve.
COMBAT a division of RELATIVITY records
Copyright © 1987 Capitol Records, Inc. All Rights Reserved
The following lyrics are corrected from the sleeve version.
Into The Lungs Of Hell
Music by Dave Mustaine
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music (BMI), All Rights Reserved
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music
Instrumental
Set The World Afire
Music by D. Mustaine, Lyrics by D. Mustaine
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music (BMI), All Rights Reserved
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music
Ooo... I don't, want to set the world, on, fire
( Sound of whistling ) I... ( EXPLOSION )
Red flash clouds are choking out the morning sky
They said it'd never come. We knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now as humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye. The end has just begun___
Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1999
Weeds once underneath your feet have grown to vines
Bodies melted like a candle, a land without a face
No time to change your fate, no time left, it's too late
The arsenal of Megadeth can't be rid they said
And if it comes, the living, will en-vy the dead
Racing for power, we'll all come in last
No winning first stone cast
This falsehood, "worldly peace,"
It's treaties soon will cease
No one will be left to prove that humans existed
Maybe soon the children will be born open fisted
We all live on one planet, we'll all go up in smoke
Too bad they couldn't see
This lethal energy
And now the final scene
A global darkening___
Solo
Dig deep the piles of rubble and ruins
Towering
Overhead
Both far and wide___
There's unknown tools
For World War Three
Einstein said,
"We'll use rocks on the other side"
No survivors!
Solo
Set the world
Afire___
Solo
No survivors
Set the world
Afi-i-i-i-i-irrrre
Anarchy In The U.K.
Song by Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, and Steve Jones
Copyright © 1977, 1978 by Glitterbest Ltd. / Warner Bros. Music Ltd.
Glitterbest Ltd. admin. in the U.S. and Canada by Careers Music Inc.
(BMI) Warner Bros. Music Ltd. admin. in the western hemisphere by
WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved
Right now
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
Cause I___
Want to be
Anarchy
No dogs, buddy!
Anarchy for the U.S.A.
It's coming sometime, it maybe
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light
Your future dream is a shopping spree
Cause I___
Want to be
Anarchy
In the city
Solo
Of many ways to get what you w-ant
I use the best, I used the rest
I use the enemy,
I use anarchy
Cause I___
Want to be
Anarchy
It's the only way to be
Solo
Is this the M.P.L.A. ?
Is this the U.D.A. ?
Is this the I.R.A. ?
I thought it was the U.S.A.
But just___ another country,
and the other cunt-like tendencies.
Cause I___
Want to be
Anarchy
Solo
Cause I___
Want to be
Anarchy
You know what I mean?
Cause I___
Want to be
An Anarchist
Again I'm pissed
Destroy___
Mary Jane
Music by D. Mustaine, Lyrics by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music / Elf Music (BMI)
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by
Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music. All Rights Reserved.
Forgive me father for I have sinned
I'm a child of the air
I'm a witch of the wind
And I'm still wide awake
Ma-ry Ja-a-aye-aye-ane___
Solo
From the Earth, up through the trees___
I can hear her calling me
Her voice rides on the breeze
Oh, it's haun-ting___
No, I can't get away
No, there's no escape
I'm going crazy
If I know I'm going crazy
I must not be insane-eah
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___
Forgive me father
For I have sinned___
Solo
I'm a child of the a-ir
I'm a witch of the w-ind
Solo
Fingers gripped around my brain
No control, my mind is lame
Solo
I'm in the astral plane
And I'll never be the same
Never, never, never
Never, never, never
Never, never, never
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___
It hurts so bad
I can't breathe
Prepare to follow me___
502
Music by D. Mustaine, Lyrics by D. Mustaine
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music (BMI), All Rights Reserved
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music
Pull over shithead. This is the cops.
Full tank, pockets lined with cash
Full throttle, gonna rip some ass___
Drive all day, and through the night
Romance the road, winding left to right
Stars will guide me, the moonlight is free
A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see___
Driving fast, makes me feel good
The speed of light trapped under my hood
Breaking laws 'cause there's nothing to do
Driving the interstate, I'm stopped stopped for a 502
Solo
Ew-oh, Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
Signs lose their meaning, minutes tick away.
Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.
Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
Life on the freeway, night shift till dawn patrol.
Driving fast, makes me feel good
The speed of light trapped under my hood
Breaking laws 'cause there's nothing to do
Driving the interstate, I'm stopped stopped for a 502
(Car door slams, motor revs, sirens scream)
(Horn blares, tires squeal, metal crunches)
Stopped for a 502, next time it's gonna be you.
Solo
Stars above guide me
This feeling inside me.
I drive until daybreak.
Life on the freeway is Hell.
It's a Hell___
I'm coming through.
Drums
In My Darkest Hour
Music by D. Mustaine, Lyrics by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music / Elf Music (BMI)
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by
Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music. All Rights Reserved.
Intro
In my hour of need-eh
Heah, no, you're not there
And though, I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand
And through the darkest hour___
Your grace did not shine on me
Feels so cold, very cold___
No one cares for me___
Did you ever think I get lonely
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
You'll never know how hard I tried___
To find my space to satisfy you too___
Things will be better better, better
When I'm dead and gone
Don't try to understand, knowing you
I'm probably wrong
But oh, how I lived my life for you
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!
R-aise you h-ead, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are!
I walk, I walk alone
Into the promised land.
There's a better place for me
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
Solo
Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by 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, pain, pain
Won't you hold me again___
You just laughed, Ha ha, Bitch!
My whole life is work, built on the past
But the time has come when all
Good things shall pass
This good thing passed away___
Solo
Liar
Music by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson, Lyrics by D. Mustaine
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music / Elf Music (BMI)
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by
Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music. All Rights Reserved.
Intro
You take great pride in never having lived up to anything
You 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
Solo
Look deep in the mirror, look deep into it's eyes
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
Make up your stories, truth's so hard to say___
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___
You're a
Liar, liar, liar !
Everyone can see
You're a
Liar, liar, liar !
It's all you'll ever be
You're a
Liar, liar, liar !
It's what you mean to me
Liar, liar, lies___
Start trouble, spread pain
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
Off to your master, off you go
Solo
You're a liar
A FUCKING liar
Filthy liar
Ah, you, you,
You FUCKING liar
You're a liar
Hook In Mouth
Music by D. Mustaine / D. Ellefson, Lyrics by D. Mustaine
Copyright © 1987 by Mustaine Music / Theory Music / Elf Music (BMI)
All Rights for the United States and Canada controlled by
Screen Gems-EMI Inc. / Theory Music. All Rights Reserved.
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
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, and all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs in files and records in the schools.
You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
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.
Solo
Chorus:
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 you're 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.
Solo
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 you're dying
O, your overture,
M, is for money
you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
[Chorus]
Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
Like a fish, with hook in your mouth.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing the rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
I'm a man
Hook, In, Mouth!
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