| Megadeth
- So Far, So Good... So What! (Capitol Records, 1988) Produced by Dave Mustaine and Paul Lani Mixed by Michael Wagener for Double Trouble Productions, Inc.
Total playing time: 34m. 26s. Dave Mustaine: lead vocals, lead rhythm
and acoustic guitars |
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Red flash clouds choking out the morning
sky
They said it'd never come, we knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now the humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye the end has just begun
Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1989
Weeds once underneath your feet have grown into 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 envy the dead
Racing for power, and all come in last
No winning first stone cast
This falsehood worldly peace
It's treaties will soon cease
No one will be left to prove that numbers existed
Maybe soon the children will be born open fisted
We all live on one planet it will all go up in smoke
Too bad they couldn't see this lethal energy
and now the final scene, a global darkening
Dig deep the piles of rubble and ruins
Towering overhead both far and wide
There's unknown tools of World War III
Einstein said "We'll use rocks on the other side"
No survivors set the world afire
Anarchy in the UK
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 dog's body.
Anarchy for the U.K.
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.
Of many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use the rest.
I use the enemy,
I use anarchy.
Cause I want to be Anarchy, it's the only way to be.
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.K., or just another country
and other cunt-like tendencies.
Cause I want to be Anarchy, cause I want to be Anarchy,
you know what I mean?
Cause I want to be an Anarchist, again I'm pissed, Destroy!
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 awake... Mary Jane
From the earth, up through the trees
I can hear her calling me
Her voice rides on the breeze
Oh, it's haunting me
No, I can't get away
No, there's no escape
If I know I'm going crazy
I must not be insane
Chorus
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
I'm a child of the air, I'm a witch of the wind
Fingers gripped around my brain
No control, my mind is lame
I'm in the astral plane, and I'll never be the same
Never, never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, never
Repeat chorus
It hurts so bad I can't breathe
Prepare to follow me
502
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 and right.The stars above 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, stopped for a 502
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, stopped for a 502.
Stopped for a 502, next time it's gonna be you.
Stars above guide me
This feeling inside me.
I drive until daybreak.
Life on the freeway is Hell.
I'm coming through.
In My Darkest Hour
In my hour of need
ha you're not there
and though I reached 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 these years I thought I was wrong
now I know it was you
raise you 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
Loneliness is not only felt be 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, 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
this good thing passed away.
In my darkest hour.
Liar
You take great pride in never having lived
up to anything
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.
Look deep in the mirror, look deep into its
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
Liar, liar, [liar,] it's all you'll ever be
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
To your master, off you go
You're a liar
A fucking liar
Filthy liar
Liar
You fucking liar
Liar
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, 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, the 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.
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 your 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.
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 your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
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 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 rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.
I'm not a fish
I'm a man
All songs written by Dave Mustaine, or Dave
Mustaine and David Ellefson, except "Anarchy in the UK" written
by Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook and Steve Jones