|
Dave Mustaine Lead & Rhythm Guitar Lead Vocals |
David Ellefson Bass Guitars & Backing Vocals |
| Marty Friedman Lead, Rhythm & Acoustic Guitar & Backing Vocals |
Nick Menza Drums & Backing Vocals |
PRODUCED BY MAX NORMAN / On Yer Bike Ltd. AND DAVE MUSTAINE
Megadeth Play and Endorse the following:
Capitol / EMI
Personal Thanks
Special Thanks
Engineered and Mixed by Max Norman
Assistant : Fred Kelly Jr.
Additional Engineer Micajah Ryan
Studio : The Enterprise, Burbank, CA
January 6 - April 28, 1992
Management : Laffitte Entertainment Division
U.K. Associate : Fine Tuning
Booking agency, U.S. : Andy Somers
Booking Agency, U.K. : ICM/Fair Warning
Legal : Ziffren, Brittenham & Branca
Business : Siegel & Feldstein
Travel : Prefered Travel
Jackson Guitars, D'Addario Strings, Dean Markley Strings, Tama Drums,
Zildjian Cymbals, Aquarian Skins, Vic Firth Sticks, Voelker System,
Gallien Krueger Amplifiers, Samson/Hartke, BBE
Hale Milgrim, Art Jaeger, Simon Potts, Denise Skinner,
Larry Jenkins, Byron Hontas, Rob Gordon, Marcia Edelstein, John Fagot,
Michelle Peacock, Karen Goodman, Tommy Steele, Tom Corson,
Tony Wadsworth, Yoshimitsu Harashima
Bill W., All our Families and Friends, Pam and Justis
Mustaine, Laurie Sato, Raymond May, Sensei Benny Urquidez
Ron Laffitte, Sandra Rabbin, Andy Somers, Tony DeLeonardo,
John Kirkparick, John Jackson, Val Janes, Bill V., Charles Koppelman &
EMI Music Publishing Worldwide, Bo Gardner, John Branca, Alan Mintz,
Brian Koppelman, Nancy Rosenblatt, Judith Krain, Joanne Pieroth,
Steve Kaufman, Michael Morse, Roy Burns, Pro Drum,
The Drum Doctor, Andy & Ryan
Above words are as they appear on the CD sleeve.
COMBAT a division of RELATIVITY records
Copyright © 1992 Capitol Records, Inc. All Rights Reserved
The following lyrics are not necessarily as they appear on the CD sleeve.
Skin O' My Teeth Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music (BMI)
Mustaine
All Rights Controlled & Admin. by Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc.
All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly___
My broken body in a wreck
I wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me___
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
Chorus:
No escaping pain___
You belong to me
Clinging on to life___
By the skin o' my teeth___
No escaping pain___
You belong to me
Clinging on to life___
By the skin o' my teeth___
My blood flows through the streets
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 light's a train
Bearing down on me___
[Chorus]
Solo: Marty
I won't feel the hurt___
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
Ooo, I closed the drawer
[Chorus]
Symphony of Destruction
Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music (BMI)
Mustaine
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You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a God,
Watch people's heads a'roll
A'roll... a'roll___
Chorus:
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destruction___
Acting like a robot,
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse___
Before the head explodes.
Explodes... explodes___
Ou'
[Chorus Repeat]
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destruction___
Solo: Marty
The Earth starts to rumble
World powers fall___
A'warring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall
Ah, tall... Ah, tall___
[Chorus Repeat]
Swaying to the Symphony...
Of Destru-uc-tion
Architecture of Aggression Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music (BMI)
Mustaine & Ellefson
All Rights Controlled & Admin. by Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc.
All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Drums
Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night.
To envelop it's 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, Aou!
Chorus:
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.
Solo
Praise your architecture of aggression.
Hugh, ensuing power vacuum,
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.
[Chorus]
Quite frankly I don't care
You.. You're... You're a...
Quite frankly I don't care
Quite frankly I don't care
Quite frankly I don't care
You're a problem
I'll tell you when you're on our team
We're Ready to go
|
There's a deadline Dave I'm thinkin' that we're on Cause once the world is over We won't be able to go on |
Yeah, I've got you Pinky and Seth You're on my team |
Solo: Marty
Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night.
To envelop it's 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.
[Chorus Repeat]
I take it she likes snakes
(Quite frankly I don't care)
Medium size triple 'A'
(Quite frankly I don't care)
Just got some tracer bullets
Look like big long snakes
(Quite frankly I don't care)
Up in the air.
Foreclosure of a Dream Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music (BMI)
Mustaine & Ellefson
All Rights Controlled & Admin. by Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc.
All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
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.
Chorus:
Foreclosure of a dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost,
Personal Holocaust.
Foreclosure of a dream.
Barren land that once filled a need,
Are worthless now, dead without a deed.
Slipping away from an iron gr-i-p,
Nature's scales are forced to tip,
The heartland cries, loss of all pride.
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried.
Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide.
[Chorus]
Solo: Dave
The Congress will push me
to raise taxes and I'll say no.
Read my lips... (Read my lips)
Read my lips... (Read my lips)
Read my lips...
Now with new hope, some will be proud.
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 answer's in the sky.
Solo: Marty
Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity, and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
[Chorus Repeat]
Holocaust___
Sweating Bullets Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music (BMI)
Mustaine
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All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Hello me. Meet the REAL me
In my MISFITS' way of life
A dark, black, past is mine
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
I'm in trouble for the things
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
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
Ya just keep on thinkin' it's my fault
And stay an inch or two out o' kicking distance
Mankind has GOT to know
His limitations.
Feeling claustrophobic
I'm in trouble for the things
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet
Sweating Bullets___
Solo: Dave
I hear it (I can hear it)
[Three Times]
Heah-hough-hough-hough-hough-heou-heou-ha
Blood stains on my hands, hough.
Blood stains on my hands
Big axe... [Eight Times]
Sweating...
Well me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its black toothed grin
If the w-war inside my head
Don't take a day off, I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again___
Feeling paranoid
Feeling claustrophobic
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
Once you've committed me, Committed Me
Now you acquitted me, Acquitted Me
Claiming validity, Validity
For your stupidity, Stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Oh, here I come again, Whoa___
Sweating bullets___
This Was My Life Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music (BMI)
Mustaine
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All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
It was just another day
It was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences
It was doomed to not be right
There is somethin' wrong with me
There is somethin' wrong with you
And there is nothin' left of us
There is one thing I can do___
Chorus:
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 thing to do
This was the wrong one to be doing
This was the road to destiny
This was the road to my ruin
Now there's motives for the suspect
Now there's nothing left to say
And now there's method to the madness
And now there's society to pay___
[Chorus]
In our life there's "if"
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there is s-s-sin
In our bodies there is die___
Solo: Dave
This was my life
This was my fate
This was my life
This was my fate
Countdown to Extinction Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music/
Mustaine, Menza, Ellefson, & Friedman
Menza Music/Adam Martin Music (BMI) All Rights Controlled & Admin. by
Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc. All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Endangered species, caged in fright
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
Chorus:
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
Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
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___
[Chorus]
One hour from now, another species of life form
Will disappear, off the face of the planet. Forever
And the rate is accelerating... accelerating... accelerating
[Chorus]
High Speed Dirt Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music (BMI)
Mustaine & Ellefson
All Rights Controlled & Admin. by Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc.
All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Do it if you dare
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___
Chorus:
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___
Paralyzed with fear
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___
[Chorus]
Jump or die!
Solo: Dave / Marty
Dropping all my weight
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___
Solo: Marty
High speed dirt...
Solo: Dave
[Eight Times]
Eeeeeeerah___
(sound of impact)
Psychotron Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music (BMI)
Mustaine
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(mechanical sounds)
Psycotron
Assassin in stealth
Assailant from Hell
Impervious to damage
Solo: Marty
Computer on-board
Engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant
Solo: Marty
Maybe not, Maybe Not
A mutant, maybe a man
Chorus:
Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron
Psychotron, Psychotron
Burning inside
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
Solo: Marty
A killing machine
Just downright mean
And forever gunning
Solo: Marty
Maybe not, Maybe Not
A mutant, maybe a man
[Chorus Repeat]
Solo: Marty
Target to destroy
Arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Solo: Marty
Sensors indicate
You will terminate
Life systems disconnect
Solo: Marty
[Chorus Repeat]
Solo: Marty
Psychotron...
Psychotron...
Psychotron...
Psychotron...
Psychotron...
Captive Honor
Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music/
Mustaine, Menza, Ellefson, & Friedman
Menza Music/Adam Martin Music (BMI) All Rights Controlled & Admin. by
Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc. All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
Madness comes, and madness goes
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, Ooo-oh-Oh you're a God___
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? What d'ya mean life? I ain't got a life!
Boy! Your soul better belong to Jesus!
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.
Mmm-hmmm cause your ass belongs to me!
Heah-heah-heah-ha-ha-ha-ha-heah-ha-ha-ha
Captive honour ain't no honour
Captive honour ain't no honour___
No time for questions
No time for games
Start kicking ass
And taking down the names___
A long shit list
A shorter fuse
He is untouchable
And guarantees you'll lose___
Captive honour ain't no honour
Captive honour ain't no honour___
Solo: Dave
Inside the big house
His nightmare unfolds
Before he got there
His man pu-ssy was sold___
Black blanket welcome
This tough guy's now a bitch
Praying for death
It can't be worse than this___
Captive honour ain't no honour
Captive honour ain't no honour___
Solo: Dave / Marty
Captive honour ain't no honour___
Ashes in Your Mouth
Copyright © 1992 Screen Gems-EMI Music Inc./Mustaine Music/Vulgarian Music/
Mustaine, Menza, Ellefson, & Friedman
Menza Music/Adam Martin Music (BMI) All Rights Controlled & Admin. by
Sreen Gems-EMI Music Inc. All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured
People have round shoulders, from fairing heavy loads.
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor, is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses a'piled up along the wailing wall.
Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war.
Chalk lines and red puddles, of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again___
Chorus:
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here.
God have mercy!
Now we've rewritten history
The one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication
It turns to ashes in your mouth___
[Chorus]
If you're fighting to live
It's okay to die!
The answer to your question is,
Welcome to tomorrow!
Solo: Marty / Marty / Dave
Where do we go from here?
God have mercy___
[Chorus Repeat]
Mercy-eah... Mercy-eah... Mercy-eah... Mercy-eah
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