Nhạc sĩ: Dave Mustaine
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Brother will kill brother Standing by to cross the land We're killing for religion Something I don't understand Tools like me, cry to see Country's foreign lands Watch me see Look down the leaves To hear our God command A country that's divided Surely will not stand My time's erased The world is free The moon is still each day The end is near Crystal clear But I am master plan I'm mad to wish my life On the old man Oh I put my boot in the mess No head, I'm a scholar Down in my seat To choose my gals Bring a pole to my I put my six bucks to eat her I put sheets of wood Down in my pocket To hold the oven now In the center of hell It's war Unorganized crime See the dead Repel gunmen Behind the line Some people wish to employ me Some people ask that I stop me Weep away, they die We die It's good My wife and my baby I lost the witch lately What's mystique That's mystique Take my dear liars They are the giants It's mystique It's mystique It's mystique The wheels are crashing Me and Judas are grinning Me and Christ are retreating I ain't thinking it Messing in on the deep end I'm floating When no one has it Now I'm a scream Of the all Of death Where's my luck Mercy killings Mercy killings Mercy killings Killings Killings Killings Next thing you know The big mac has fallen