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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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MEGADETH
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so far, so good... so what!
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Compliments of Swamp Rat
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Well, here it is. I don't particularly like this album, except for
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"In My Darkest Hour" and "Hook In Mouth". Megadeth is still something to
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behold live...maybe someday they'll return to their more thrash-oriented roots.
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Maybe not. Hmm. Whatever.
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-S. Ratte'
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"It feels so cold, very cold"
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--Set The World Afire
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(lyrics:D. Mustaine)
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Red flash clouds choking out the morning sky
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They said it'd never come, we knew it was a lie
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All forms of life die, now the humans all succumb
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Time to kiss your ass goodbye, the end has just begun
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Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1989
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Weeds once underneath your feet have grown to vines
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Bodies melted like a candle, a land without a face
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No time to change your fate, no time left, it's too late
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The arsenal of Megadeth can't be rid they said
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And if it comes, the living will envy the dead
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Racing for power, and all come in last
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No winning first stone cast
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This falsehood worldly peace
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Its treaties soon will cease
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No one will be left to prove that humans existed
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Maybe soon the children will be born open fisted
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We all live on one planet it will all go up in smoke
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Too bad they couldn't see this lethal energy
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And now the final scene, a global darkening
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Dig deep the piles of rubble and ruins
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Towering overhead both far and wide
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There's unknown tools for World War III
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Einstein said, 'We'll use rocks on the other side'
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No survivors set the world afire
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--Anarchy in the U.K.
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(song by Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, and Steve Jones)
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[Note: lyrics are a bit different than the original Sex Pistol's version]
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Right now
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I am an Anti-Christ
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And I am an anarchist
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Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it
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I want to destroy, possibly?
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Cause I want to be Anarchy\ No dog's body
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Anarchy for the U.K.
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It's coming sometime if maybe
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I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light,
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Your future dream is a shopping spree.
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Cause I want to be Anarchy, in the city
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Of many ways to get what you want
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I use the best, I use the rest
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I use the enemy
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I use anarchy
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Cause I want to be Anarchy, it's the only way to be
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Is this the M.P.L.A.?
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Is this the U.D.A.?
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Is this the I.R.A.?
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I thought it was the U.K., or just another country,
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And other cunt-like tendencies
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Cause I want to be Anarchy, cause I want to be Anarchy,
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You know what I mean?
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Cause I want to be an Anarchist, again I'm pissed, Destroy!
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--Mary Jane
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(lyrics: D. Mustaine/D. Ellefson)
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Forgive me father for I have sinned
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I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
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And I'm still wide awake...Mary Jane
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From the earth, up through the trees
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I can hear her calling me
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Her voice rides on the breeze
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Oh, it's haunting me
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No, I can't get away
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No, there's no escape
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If I know I'm going crazy
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I must not be insane
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--CHORUS--
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Beware my friends, as you pass by
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As you are now so once was I
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As I am now so you must be
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Prepare my friend to follow me
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Forgive me father for I have sinned
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I'm a child of the air, a witch of the wind
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Fingers gripped around my brain
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No control my mind is lame
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I'm in the astral plane, and I'll never be the same
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Never, never, never, never, never, never
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Never, never, never
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CHORUS
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It hurts so bad I can't breathe
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Prepare to follow me
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--502
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(lyrics:D.Mustaine)
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Pull over, shithead, this is the cops
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Full tank, pockets lined with cash
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Full throttle, gonna rip some ass.
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Drive all day, and through the night
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Romance the road, winding left to right.
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The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
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A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see.
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Driving fast makes me feel good.
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The speed of light trapped under my hood.
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Breaking laws, 'cause there's nothing to do.
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Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502
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Hundreds of miles rolled off today.
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Signs loose their meanings, minutes tick away.
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Dirt roads to interstates, I must have drove them all.
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Cigarettes and burgers, caffeine and alcohol.
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Drive until daybreak, always on the go.
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Life on the freeway, night shift 'till dawn patrol.
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Driving fast makes me feel good.
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The speed of light trapped under my hood
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Breaking laws 'cause there's nothing to do.
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Driving the interstate, stopped for a 502.
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Stopped for a 502, next time it's gonna be you.
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Stars above guide me
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This feeling inside me.
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I drive until daybreak.
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Life on the freeway is Hell.
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I'm coming through.
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--In my Darkest Hour
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(lyrics:D.Mustaine/D.Ellefson)
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In my hour of need
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Ha, you're not there
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And though I reached out for you
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Wouldn't lend a hand
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Through the darkest hour
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Grace did not shine on me
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It feels so cold, very cold
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No one cares for me.
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Did you ever think I get lonely
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Did you ever think that I needed love
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Did you ever think to stop thinking
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You're the only one that I'm thinking of.
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You'll never know how hard I tried
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To find my space and satisfy you too.
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Thing will be better when I'm dead and gone
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Don't try to understand, knowing you I'm
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Probably wrong.
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But oh, how I lived my life for you
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Still you'd turn away
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Now as I die for you
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My flesh still crawls as I breath your name
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All these years, thought I was wrong
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Now I know it was you
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Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
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Tell me who you think you are, who?
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I walk, I walk alone
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Into the promised land.
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There's a better place for me
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But it's far, far away
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Everlasting life for me
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In a perfect world
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But I gotta die first
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Please, God, send me on my way
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Time has a way of taking time
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Loneliness is not only felt by fools
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Alone I call to ease the pain
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Yearning to be held by you, Alone so alone, I'm lost
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Consumed by the pain
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The pain, the pain, the pain
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Won't you hold me again?
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You just laughed, ha ha...BITCH! [great line, huh?]
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My whole life is work built on the past
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But the time has come when all things shall pass.
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This good thing passed away.
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In my darkest hour.
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--Liar
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(lyrics:D. Mustaine)
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You take great pride in never having lived up to anything
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Lie, steal, cheat and kill, a real bad guy
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Your daddy is a wino, and your mommy's quite insane
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From altar boy to sewer rat, you don't give a damn
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Your sister is a junkie, gets it any way she can
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Your brother's a gay singer in a stud leather band
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Your girlfriend's got herpes to go with your hep and AIDS
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There ain't one person you know you ain't ripped off yet.
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Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its eyes
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Your face is replaced, a creature you despise
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But I know what you're made of, it ain't much I'm afraid
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I know that you'll be lying until your dying day
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Make up your stories, the truth's so hard to say
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Brain is numb and your tongue will surely dig your grave
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Your mind is sickly from Alzheimer's Disease
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And decadence and debauchery killed your memories
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You're a liar, lair, liar, everyone can see
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Liar, liar, it's all you'll ever be
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Liar, liar, liar, it's what you mean to me
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Liar, liar, lies...
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Start trouble, spread pain
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Piss and venom, in your veins
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Talk nasty, breath fire
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Smell rotten, you're a liar
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Sweat liquor, breath snot
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Eat garbage, split blood
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Diseased, health hazard
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Scum bag, filthy bastard
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Greasy face, teeth decay
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Hair matted, drunk all day
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Abscessed, sunken veins
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Rot gut, scrambled brain
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Steal money, crash cars
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Rob jewelry, hock guitars
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Rot in Hell, it's time you know
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To your master, off you go
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You're a liar
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A fucking liar
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filthy liar
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Liar
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You fucking liar
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Liar
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--Hook In Mouth
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(lyrics:D.Mustaine)
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A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes
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A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies
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A little man with a big eraser, changing history
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Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
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Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue
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Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you...
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Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was
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Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws
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Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules
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Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
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You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
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Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
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Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come
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I believe my kingdom will come.
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--CHORUS--
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F, is for fighting, R, is for red
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Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
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E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
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In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
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D, for your dying, O, your overture.
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M, they will cover your grave with manure.
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This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
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As long as there's a PMRC.
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F, is for fighting, R, is for red,
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Ancestor's blood in battles they've shed.
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E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
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In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
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D, for your dying, O, your overture,
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M, is for money, you know what that cures.
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This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
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As long as there's a PMRC.
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Put your hand right up my shirt,
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Pull the strings that make me work,
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Jaws will part, words fall out,
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Like a fish with hook in mouth.
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Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was
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Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws
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Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
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Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
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I'm not a fish
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I'm a man
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Hook in mouth!
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All lyrics (c)1987 by Mustaine Music/Theory Music/Elf Music (BMI)
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_______________________________________________________________________________
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...call these systems sometime, for all your file needs...
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The Dead Zone.............................................214/522-5321
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===============================================================================
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 7/3/88-60
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All Rights Worth Shit
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