Teksty utworów Megadeth


Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! :: Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? :: So Far, So Good... So What! :: Rust in Peace :: Countdown to Extinction :: Youthanasia :: Hidden Treasures :: Cryptic Writings :: Risk :: Capitol Punishment: The Megadeth Years :: The World Needs a Hero :: Rude Awakening :: Still Alive... And Well? :: Inne utwory

Countdown to Extinction

Countdown to Extinction

Vic Rattlehead

Informacje


Skin O'My Teeth :: Symphony of Destruction :: Architecture of Aggression :: Foreclosure of a Dream :: Sweating Bullets :: This Was My Life :: Countdown to Extinction :: High Speed Dirt :: Psychotron :: Captive Honour :: Ashes in Your Mouth

Skin O'My Teeth

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine)

I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
I'm 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 the life
By the skin o'my teeth

My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jar of sleeping pill
On the dresser in my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time
The white lights, a train
Bearing down on me

Solo - Friedman

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 to
Ooh, close the drawer

Skin O'My Teeth


Symphony of Destruction

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine)

You take a mortal man
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch people's 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

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.
Explodes...

Solo - Friedman

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
Awarring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall.
Tall...

Symphony of Destruction


Architecture of Aggression

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson)

Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night.
To envelope 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 war 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.

Solo - Friedman

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.

Solo - Friedman

Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night.
To envelope 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 war are yours to keep.


Foreclosure of a Dream

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson)

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.

Foreclosure of a dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost,
Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a dream.

Barren lands that once filled a need,
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.
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried,
Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide.

Solo - Mustaine

Now with new hope some will be proud.
This is no hoax, no one pushed out.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer.
Breaking new ground on 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.

Solo - Friedman

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.

Holocaust

Foreclosure of a Dream

"To utwór o tym, co stało się z moją rodziną za rządów Reagana. Rząd sprawił, że moi rodzice, którzy byli farmerami w Minnesocie, zbankrutowali." (Ellefson, 1992)


Sweating Bullets

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine)

Hello me... Meet the real me.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past in 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.

Solo - Mustaine

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 thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic,
Lke 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.

Well me... it's nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Someday 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

Sweating Bullets


This Was My Life

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine)

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 something wrong with me
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 the 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
Now there's method to the madness
Now there's society to pay

In our life there's if
In our beliefs there's lie
In our business there's sin
In our bodies there's die

Solo - Mustaine

This was my life
This was my fate


Countdown to Extinction

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman)

Endangered species, caged in fright,
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight.
The stage is set, now pay the price.
And 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

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

"One hour from now,
Another species of life form
Will disappear from the face of the planet
Forever... And the rate is accelerating."


High Speed Dirt

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson)

Do it if you dare
Leaping form 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,
Adrenaline 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

Jump or die!

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman

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 - Friedman

High speed dirt...

Solo - Mustaine


Psychotron

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine)

Psychotron

Assassin in stealth
Assailant from Hell
Impervious to damage
Computer on board
Engaged in war
Non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic
And organic
Not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Burning inside
Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine
Just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Target to destroy
Arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate
You will terminate
Life systems disconnect

Solos - Friedman

Psychotron


Captive Honour

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman)

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... Ooh... Oh you're a god!

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"

"Yes we have you honor, we find the defendant guilty on all counts for crimes against all humanity."

"By virtue of the jury's decision and the power vested in me by the state, I hereby sentence you to be incarcerated with no possibility of parole, for life."

"Life? Whale' ya' mean life? I ain't got a life!"

"Boy, your soul better belong to Jesus, Hmmm-mmm, 'cause your ass belongs to me!"

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

Solo - Friedman

Inside the bighouse
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 - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman


Ashes in Your Mouth

(Muzyka, tekst: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman)

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
Piled up along the wailing wall.

Melting down all metals,
Turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words from 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!

Now we've rewritten history
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 OK to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!

Solo - Friedman
Solo - Friedman
Solo - Mustaine

Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!


Skin O'My Teeth :: Symphony of Destruction :: Architecture of Aggression :: Foreclosure of a Dream :: Sweating Bullets :: This Was My Life :: Countdown to Extinction :: High Speed Dirt :: Psychotron :: Captive Honour :: Ashes in Your Mouth
Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! :: Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? :: So Far, So Good... So What! :: Rust in Peace :: Countdown to Extinction :: Youthanasia :: Hidden Treasures :: Cryptic Writings :: Risk :: Capitol Punishment: The Megadeth Years :: The World Needs a Hero :: Rude Awakening :: Still Alive... And Well? :: Inne utwory

Megadeth.rockmetal.art.pl
Teksty utworów | Strona główna | Z powrotem na górę | Napisz do nas