HOLY WARS / THE PUNISHMENT DUE   
(by D. Mustaine)

Brother will kill brother, spilling blood across the land,
killing for religion, something I don't understand.
Fools like me, who cross the sea and come to foreign lands,
ask the sheep, for their beliefs: "Do you kill on God's command?".
A country that's divided, surely will not stand
my past erased, no more disgrace, no foolish naive stand.
The end is near, it's crystal clear, part of the master plan:
don't look now to Israel, it might be your homelands... Holy wars!

Upon my podium, as the "know-it-all" scholar,
down in my seat of judgement, gavel's bang, uphold the law.
Up on my soapbox, a leader out to change the world, down in my 
pulpit as the holier "than-thou-could-be" messenger of God!

Wage the war on organized crime, 
sneak attacks, repel down the rocks, 
behind the lines!
Some people risk to employ me, 
some people live to destroy me,
either way they die...   ...They die!

They killed my wife and my baby, 
with hopes to enslave me:
first mistake...   ...Last mistake!
Paid by the "Alliance", 
to slay all the giants:
next mistake...   ...No more mistakes!

Fill the cracks in,   with judicial granite:
because I don't say it,   don't mean I ain't thinkin' it.

Next thing you know,   they'll take my thoughts away:
I know what I said,   now I must scream 
of the o-ver-do-ose   and the lack of   mercy   killings...

Mercy killings...   Mercy killings...   
Killings...   Killings...   Killings...

...Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away!