Hidden Treasures ( 1995 )
Band: Megadeth
Album: Hidden Treasures
Year: 1995
Genre: Thrash Metal
Country: United State America
Format | Quality: mp3
Label: Capitol Records
Tracklist:
01 - No More Mr. Nice Guy (Alice Cooper cover)
02 - Breakpoint
03 - Go to Hell
04 - Angry Again
05 - 99 Ways to Die
06. - Paranoid (Black Sabbath cover)
07. - Diadems
08. - Problems (Sex Pistols cover)
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01. No More Mr. Nice Guy (Alice Cooper cover)....... ...
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Me? A nice guy? Yeah right!
I used to be such a sweet sweet thing til they got hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladys, I helped the blind to see
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me and I’m getting real shot down and I’m feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
I’m not hard to get alone with
Ha! I’m impossible
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me and I’m getting shot down and I’m feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today, my cat clawed my eye
My mom’s been throwing out of the society circle, my dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito, when everybody rose
The reverend Smith he recognized me and punched me in the nose
He say “No more nice guy”
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
Now to say I was ever nice in the first place, ya know…
Rawr…
Me? A nice guy? Yeah right!
I used to be such a sweet sweet thing til they got hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladys, I helped the blind to see
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me and I’m getting real shot down and I’m feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
I’m not hard to get alone with
Ha! I’m impossible
I got no friends ‘cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen with me and I’m getting shot down and I’m feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today, my cat clawed my eye
My mom’s been throwing out of the society circle, my dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito, when everybody rose
The reverend Smith he recognized me and punched me in the nose
He say “No more nice guy”
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
Now to say I was ever nice in the first place, ya know…
Rawr…
02. Breakpoint....... ...
Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say not as you do
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem, you seem to lack
Point the finger, there’s three pointing back
Control’s the illusion with all good intent
Needles contagious, you laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain, the only pleasure
Fascination sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you’ll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me, pushing me to a breakpoint
In my opinions as a professional
I recommend we straight-jacket the son of a bitch
Lock him in a rubber room, sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up we’ll see if he can be a nice boy
Sedate me? Ha! Cool! A straight jacket? Hey, hey! Let go! Hey!
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, don’t push me
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say not as you do
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem, you seem to lack
Point the finger, there’s three pointing back
Control’s the illusion with all good intent
Needles contagious, you laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Watching pain, the only pleasure
Fascination sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you’ll get the horn
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me to a breakpoint
You’re pushing me, pushing me to a breakpoint
In my opinions as a professional
I recommend we straight-jacket the son of a bitch
Lock him in a rubber room, sedate him, heavily
And when he wakes up, if he wakes up we’ll see if he can be a nice boy
Sedate me? Ha! Cool! A straight jacket? Hey, hey! Let go! Hey!
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, you push me to a breakpoint
Breakpoint, don’t push me
03. Go to Hell ..........
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
I’m not going to wake up today, they’ve pulled my plug, the picture fades
And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates, the silk within my coffin lays
Go to Hell
As they bury me now six feet, there my body lies
Still feel like I’m going down, I hear a distant wailing cry
God something must’ve gone wrong, much too late I realize
Go to Hell
I saw my funeral that day, I know who didn’t show to mourn
My judgment was life in hell, pillars of pain and thorns
My only friend’s a goat with 666 between his horns
Go to Hell
Place all your trust here in me, be rest assured these things I know
And as Charon sails the sea your journey too shall end below
Ah, yes you’re all sitting ducks, it’s true you reap what you sow
Go to Hell
Now I lay me down to sleep, blah, blah, blah, my soul to keep
If I die before I wake I’ll go to hell for heaven’s sake
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
I’m not going to wake up today, they’ve pulled my plug, the picture fades
And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates, the silk within my coffin lays
Go to Hell
As they bury me now six feet, there my body lies
Still feel like I’m going down, I hear a distant wailing cry
God something must’ve gone wrong, much too late I realize
Go to Hell
I saw my funeral that day, I know who didn’t show to mourn
My judgment was life in hell, pillars of pain and thorns
My only friend’s a goat with 666 between his horns
Go to Hell
Place all your trust here in me, be rest assured these things I know
And as Charon sails the sea your journey too shall end below
Ah, yes you’re all sitting ducks, it’s true you reap what you sow
Go to Hell
Now I lay me down to sleep, blah, blah, blah, my soul to keep
If I die before I wake I’ll go to hell for heaven’s sake
04. Angry Again .........
The more of you that I inspect, the more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips, the more the mask you’re wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice, my ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease, raving impossibilities
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry, ow
And when the story takes a twist
If folds like a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
The searing of the sinew, my body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear
Gravity’s got my bones, it pulls my flesh away
The steam finally dissipates and I make my sweaty face
Association that I choose, game I inevitably lose
Governed by laws, set up by me, fracture it’s jaw to let me be
A cut-out cardboard condo maze, filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare as music rubber hosed the air
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again and again and again, again
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry, ow
The more I try to read your lips, the more the mask you’re wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice, my ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease, raving impossibilities
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry, ow
And when the story takes a twist
If folds like a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
The searing of the sinew, my body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear
Gravity’s got my bones, it pulls my flesh away
The steam finally dissipates and I make my sweaty face
Association that I choose, game I inevitably lose
Governed by laws, set up by me, fracture it’s jaw to let me be
A cut-out cardboard condo maze, filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare as music rubber hosed the air
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again and again and again, again
Engaged in crime, I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind, starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry, ow
05. 99 Ways to Die.... ...
If I see the morning hours, I’ll have one more yesterday
Take life from tomorrow ‘cause I’ve burned out my today
If I get up to the top I know, I’ll just go back downhill
I’ve gotta terminal future and it’s time to write my will
Ah! Down another glass of courage
And a shot of Thorazine
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
Gotta short between the earphones, wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac with two feet in the grave
Ain’t got no last words to say, yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real and the taste blew my mind yeah
In a black tie and straight jacket
Man, I’m gonna try again
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’ll have demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree
There is only death and danger in the socket of my eyes
A playground of illusion, no one plays, they only die
There’s a prison in my mind and the bars are gonna break
I’m as mad as a hatter and strung out just the same
Taunting rigor Mortis
I feel it draw me in
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
99, 99
Take life from tomorrow ‘cause I’ve burned out my today
If I get up to the top I know, I’ll just go back downhill
I’ve gotta terminal future and it’s time to write my will
Ah! Down another glass of courage
And a shot of Thorazine
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
Gotta short between the earphones, wringing my hands in dismay
A more efficient maniac with two feet in the grave
Ain’t got no last words to say, yellow streak right up my spine
The gun in my mouth was real and the taste blew my mind yeah
In a black tie and straight jacket
Man, I’m gonna try again
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’ll have demitasse of arsenic
Try on this tie
Never mind the tree
There is only death and danger in the socket of my eyes
A playground of illusion, no one plays, they only die
There’s a prison in my mind and the bars are gonna break
I’m as mad as a hatter and strung out just the same
Taunting rigor Mortis
I feel it draw me in
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die
We’re not ready to see you yet
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
We’re not ready
99, 99
06. Paranoid (Black Sabbath cover)..... ...
Finished with my woman ‘cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think that I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah, ye-yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s to late
Nick! Nick!! Nick!!!
Fuck me running!
People think that I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah, ye-yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s to late
Nick! Nick!! Nick!!!
Fuck me running!
007. Diadems..... ...
Sacrilege and blasphemy , sets the stage today
The more insatiable the sex, the more swelled our tongues became
As pre-historic as it seems, this is now today
As pre-historic as it seems, this is now
Talkin ‘bout no vision, talking ‘bout no dream
The Harlot puddles for her lies from where she speaks
I look above and see entrails in the sky
This one ain’t over ‘til the fat lady dies
One man rules the Earth and rides the seven-headed beast
Ten diadems to crown them all, the world, religion at his feet
Dreams are told of dreams of old, this day will surely come
So, run my child and hide your face, once you’ve been marked up finished, done
You’ll become one
You’re mine
You’re one
I saw a new Earth today
I saw a former pass away
I saw a new Earth today
I saw a former pass away
Vengeance is mine, vengeance is mine
The Netherworld and Sheol are never satisfied
So the eyes of man are never satisfied
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
The more insatiable the sex, the more swelled our tongues became
As pre-historic as it seems, this is now today
As pre-historic as it seems, this is now
Talkin ‘bout no vision, talking ‘bout no dream
The Harlot puddles for her lies from where she speaks
I look above and see entrails in the sky
This one ain’t over ‘til the fat lady dies
One man rules the Earth and rides the seven-headed beast
Ten diadems to crown them all, the world, religion at his feet
Dreams are told of dreams of old, this day will surely come
So, run my child and hide your face, once you’ve been marked up finished, done
You’ll become one
You’re mine
You’re one
I saw a new Earth today
I saw a former pass away
I saw a new Earth today
I saw a former pass away
Vengeance is mine, vengeance is mine
The Netherworld and Sheol are never satisfied
So the eyes of man are never satisfied
I saw a new earth today
I saw a former pass away
08. Problems (Sex Pistols cover)...... ...
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, ‘cause you’re all too clear
And I can see there’s something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least, I gotta know what I wanna be
Don’t come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
That’s a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don’t do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, you’re working nine-to-five
It’s too much fun of being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you getting lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Oh what you gonna do?
Problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I ain’t death trip but I ain’t automatic
You work for me just stay ecstatic
Don’t you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought, you had it all worked out
Bet you thought, you knew what I was about
Bet you thought, you’d solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
I’ll leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh, what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
They take you away and they throw away the key
They don’t want you and they don’t want me
You got a problem, the problem is you
Problem, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, you got a problem
Problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem
Let me show you how I love you
I need to be me, ‘cause you’re all too clear
And I can see there’s something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least, I gotta know what I wanna be
Don’t come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
That’s a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You don’t do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, you’re working nine-to-five
It’s too much fun of being alive
I’m using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you getting lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Oh what you gonna do?
Problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I ain’t death trip but I ain’t automatic
You work for me just stay ecstatic
Don’t you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought, you had it all worked out
Bet you thought, you knew what I was about
Bet you thought, you’d solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
I’ll leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh, what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
They take you away and they throw away the key
They don’t want you and they don’t want me
You got a problem, the problem is you
Problem, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, you got a problem
Problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem, problem
Let me show you how I love you
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