Racipe for Hate...Warhorse |
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Racipe for Hate...Warhorse Lyrics |
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 Each day my shortcomings pick my pocketsMy 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 |
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