Megadeth
Style:  Heavy Metal/ Hard Rock
Album: So Far, so Good... so What! © 1988
Megadeth - So Far, so Good... so What! 1988
1.  Set The World Afire
2.  Anarchy In The U.K
3.  Mary Jane
4.  502
5.  In My Darkest Hour
6.  Liar
7.  Hook In Mouth




Set The World Afire
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 U.K
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! Mary Jane
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 Hook In Mouth
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

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