Recipe For Hate. . . Warhorse |
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Recipe For Hate. . . Warhorse Lyrics |
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 Dave MustaineEach 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 Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli |
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