 Recipe For Hate ( Warhorse )
Recipe For Hate ( Warhorse )
Dave Mustaine:
Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I`m left to walk this world alone
Fill solos Mustaine:
In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my opinion
And room temperature IQ
I did something, now I`m nothing
Always wrong with this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it twist
My measly brain mad
Solo Pitrelli:
Talk about me when my bac is turned
Next time we meet it will be to late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I`ve got a recipe for hate. Taste it
Fill solos Mustaine:
Dark clouds on the horizon
Make it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but every time
I run away, I just come back for more
The choice is clear I can quit
And fall on my sword or light a fire
To see who runs or stays
And plays the confidence game
Solo Pitrelli:
Warhorse
I`m feeling quite invisible
I feel just like thin air
The truth taunts me
Solo Mustaine:
I see the earth below me
I watch it spinning there
Does someone, somewhere
Out there hear me?
Solo Pitrelli:
Sentenced to walk in Purgatory
My life is running down
I can`t believe what they`ve done to me
Solo Mustaine:
I`m left riding a Warhorse
A man without a country...
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