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Megadeth
Megadeth


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Thrash Metal
Hard Rock
Speed Metal
Years active 1983—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
Capitol Records
Combat Records
Associated acts Metallica
Anthrax
Slayer
Eidolon
F5
Jag Panzer
Nevermore
Website Website
Members
Dave Mustaine
Chris Broderick
David Ellefson
Shawn Drover
Former members
James LoMenzo
Jimmy DeGrasso
Glen Drover
Greg Handevidt
Dijon Carruthers
Lee Rausch
Kerry King
Gar Samuelson
Chris Poland
Mike Albert
Chuck Behler
JayJay Reynolds
Jeff Young
Nick Menza
Marty Friedman
Al Pitrelli
Vinnie Colaiuta
Jimmy Sloas
James MacDonough



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Megadeth Album


Still Alive... And Well? (09/10/2002)
09/10/2002
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Friedman)

Father time, I'm running late
I'm winding down, I'm growing tired
Seconds drift into the night
The clock just ticks till my time expires

You were once my friend
Now I know I can't tie your hands
The days I saved I couldn't spend
They fell like sand through the hourglass
No time to lose, no time to choose

Time taking time, it's taken mine
Scenes of my life seem so unkind
Time chasing time creeps up behind
I can't run forever, and time waits for no one
Not even me

An enemy I can't defend
My final place a deadly end
Life's just a speck in space
Dreams of an eternal resting place

I can't get any younger
Time has brutal hunger

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Friedman)

I heard somebody fixed today
There was no last goodbyes to say
His will to live ran out
I heard somebody turned to dust

Looking back at what he left
A list of plans and photographs
Songs that never will be sung
These are the things he won't get done

I've seen the man use the needle,
Seen the needle Use the Man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle
To the gutter on their hands
They fight a war but it's fatal,
It's so hard to understand
I've seen the man use the needle,
Seen the needle Use the Man

Just one shot to say goodbye
One last taste to mourn and cry
Scores and shoots, the lights go dim
Just one shot to do him in

He hangs his head and wonders why
Why the monkey only lies
But pay the pauper, he did choose
He hung his head inside the noose

I've seen the man use the needle,
Seen the needle Use the Man
I've seen them crawl from the cradle
To the gutter on their hands
They fight a war but it's fatal,
It's so hard to understand
I've seen the man use the needle,
Seen the needle Use the Man
Cryptic writings on the wall,
The beginning of the end
I've seen the man use the needle,
Seen the needle in my hand

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

Welcome to our sanguinary sect or worship
Feel at home in our black conventicle
As we anathmastise
All those who oppose us.
Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests
If you need the strength,
The conjuring, obey!

Behold! the flames rise
From the compass' cardinal points
Burn the sacred oil,
And with the ashes you'll annoint

Arrange the symbols
Of the wizard and magician.
Light the candles,
Place the parchment paper in position
Between its leaves place
The lash from a black cat's eye,
A straw of a broom,
Fold, burn and centralize.

Don't summon the devil,
Don't call the priests
If you need the strength,
The conjuring.

I am the devil's advocate
A salesman, if you will.
You know my name.

I met your father years ago
Gave him what he'd please.
He called my name, you'll do the same.

I'm claiming what is mine by right
It's time to close the deal.
You're bought and sold, bought and sold.

Come join me in my infernal depths,
Mephisto's Hall of Fame
I've got your soul, I've got your soul.

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine; lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)

In my hour of need
Ha, you're not there
And though I reach out for you...
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It 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 and satisfy you too.

Things will be 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 there years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are, who?

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

Time has a way of taking time
Lonliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearing to be held by you
Alone, so alone, I'm lost, consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the 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 things shall pass
The good has passed away.


. . .


(Music, lyrics: 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

. . .


(Music, lyrics: 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...

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Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand

Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?

A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand

The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, rappel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die, they die

They killed my wife and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake.....last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake.....no more mistakes!

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't thinkin' it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings, mercy killings, mercy killings, killings, killings, killings
Next thing you know they'll take my thoughts way

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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

Responsibility, an anchor around my neck
Dependability, made me a nervous wreck
Accountability, I live from check to check
Volatility, neglect and no respect

Got my wheels in motion
And I got a path to beat
I hit the road to "I don't know"
And look for "Tough Shit Street"

Solo - Pitrelli

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto Psycho

Going nowhere everybody is a
Moto Psycho move it or lose it baby
Going nowhere 100 miles an hour
Moto Psycho I'm a Moto Psycho

Moto Psycho

You know you can't resist
To tell me what I mean
You gave my mind a twist
Said that I was unclean
The actor runs the play
And ad-libs in between
You're all that I resent
My thoughts were so obscene

Got my wheels in motion
And I got a path to beat
I hit the road to "I don't know"
And look for "Tough Shit Street"

Solo - Mustaine

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto Psycho

Going nowhere everybody is a
Moto Psycho move it or lose it baby
Going nowhere 100 miles an hour
Moto Psycho I'm a Moto Psycho

One-way ticket nowhere
There's no windows on this train
Can't see where I'm headed
But I'm going there again

Moto Psycho

Going nowhere
Everybody is a Moto Psycho
Going nowhere
Move it or lose it baby Moto Psycho
Going nowhere
100 miles an hour Moto Psycho

Where I'm headed I don't know
But I'm shoving off and I hit the road
Going nowhere everybody is a Moto Psycho
Time and time and time again I'm a

Moto Psycho
Moto Psycho move it or lose it baby
Going nowhere 100 miles an hour
Moto Psycho I'm a Moto Psycho

Fill solos - Mustaine

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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

Let me introduce myself
I'm a social disease
I've come for your wealth
And leave you on your knees
No time for feeling sorry
I got here on my own
I won't ask for mercy
I choose to walk alone

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too
If you shake my hand better count your fingers

What if I do get caught?
What if there is no judgement?
If I'm right I lose nothing
If you 're right I lose it all

I ought to get caught
Because I'm doing something wicked
I'm guilty haunted by my fears
And the only consequences
Are dread and the fugitive mind

You built walls to protect you
So no one will infect you
Pursued by those out there
That vanish in thin air
Come a long way to find
What you really left behind
You don 't know when the end is
But it 's coming fast

Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli

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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Pitrelli)

Two hearts that shouldn't
Talk to each other become close
In a town much like a prison cell

People speak our names
On the street in hushed tones
Oh the stories they'd tell
If anyone would listen

You come from a town where
People don't bother saying hello
Unless somebody's born or dies

And I come from a place where they
Drag your hopes through the mud
Because their own dreams are all dying

And when we walk down the street
The wind sings our name in rebel songs
The sounds of the night should make us anxious
But it's much to late when the fear is gone

I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you
Where we can be together, I promise you
I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you
I promise, I promise

There's so many fighting
To get past the Pearly Gates
But nobody ever wants to die or get saved

Their intentions aren't that good
And I can smell the asphalt
That's their personal road to hell being paved

And when we walk down the street
The wind sings our name in rebel songs
But it's much to late when the fear is gone

I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you
Where we can be together, I promise you
I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you
I promise, I promise

Solo - Pitrelli
Solo - Mustaine

I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you
Where we can be together, I promise you
I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you
I promise, I promise

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove
Take control, untouchable just like God above
I can't escape, wrapped in red tape,
What will become of me?
If I object, then I defect my country 'tis of thee

The White House is calling
Tell them I'll call them back
Just tell them anything
Yeah get them off my back

The world needs a hero

Not that I would ever lie
But I have no choice
Words I say heard today are not mine,
Just my voice

NATO is on line 1
They want to talk to me
Tell them that I'm not in
Tell them that I'm not free

The world needs a hero

Phantom rule,
The hidden jewel who's really in control?
On puppet strings,
A nation swings undermined by moles

The UN is on hold
Tell them I'll call them back
Yeah tell them anything
Just get them off my back

The world needs a hero

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Pitrelli

Dave the White House is calling
They want to talk to me
Tell them that I can't be bought
Tell them that I'm not free

The world needs a hero

Solos - Pitrelli

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

You give up on yourself
Somehow you got betrayed agin
Thin ice and luck runs out
Who will you blame it on this time?

Due to lack of interest in you
The light at the end of the tunnel
Was turned off
And something I noticed
Beating you is thrilling me
I've got a secret for you

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

Don't close your eyes to injustice
Listen, being brave ain't chicken shit
A man without any valor
Has nothing worth living for

Due to lack of interest in you
The light at the end of the tunnel
Was turned off
And something I noticed
Beating you is thrilling me
I've got a secret for you

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Pitrelli

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

If you took your own direction
If only you practice what you preach
If you follow your advice
You wouldn't be burning bridges all the time

. . .


(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)

Welcome to an empty fortress
A mighty wreck that once was proud
Ate alive by oxidation
Abandoned by a crew of cowards
Navigation systems failed
Computers crashed and they all fall down

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Solo - Pitrelli

All the guilty paid the price
Suspended by their broken necks
No one survived to tell the story
When foreign life forms resurrect
And military intelligence is
Still two words that can't make sense

Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Solos - Pitrelli, Mustaine
Solos - Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine

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