In my hour of need Ha, no, you're not there And though I reached out for you Wouldn't lend a hand Through the darkest hour Your grace did not shine on me 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, 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 (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 Till you'd turn away Now as I die for you My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name All there years, 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? I walk, I walk alone to 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 got to die first Please God send me on my way Time has a way of taking time Loneliness is not only felt by 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, you bitch! My whole life is work built on the past The time has come when all things shall pass This good thing passed away
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 And I believe my kingdom will come 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 PMRC 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 PMRC 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 PMRC 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 Hook in mouth
In my hour of need
Ha, no, you're not there
And though I reached out for you
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Your grace did not shine on me
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, 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 (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
Till you'd turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All there years, 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?
I walk, I walk alone to 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 got to die first
Please God send me on my way
Time has a way of taking time
Loneliness is not only felt by 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, you bitch!
My whole life is work built on the past
The time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing passed away
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
And I believe my kingdom will come
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 PMRC
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 PMRC
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 PMRC
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
Hook in mouth
VERY GOOD TIMES FOR MEGADETH!
Dear Diego, once upon a time... we used to be metalkids!! it was funny!!
it was so easy!...
it was so... juicy??!!
Great 😎