SWEATING BULLETS                                                          
(D. Mustaine)

Hello "Me", meet the real me   and my misfit's way of life,
a dark, black past is my   most valued possession:
hindsight is always 20-20,   but looking back, it's still a bit fuzzy,
speak of mutually assured destruction?   Nice story, tell to Reader's Digest!

Feeling paranoid, true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet,
I'm chomping at the bi-it and my palms are getting wet: sweating bullets...

Hello "Me", it's me again,   you can subdue, but never tame me,
it gives me a migraine headache,   sinking down to your level.
Yeah, just keep on thinkin' it's my fault   an' stay an inch or two outta kickin' distance:
mankind has got to know   his limitations!

Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in,
blood stains on my ha-ands and I don't know where I 've been.
I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet,
I'm sharpening the a-axe and my palms are getting wet: sweating bullets...

...Sweat!   ...Sweat!   ...Sweat!   ...Sweat!   ...Sweat!   ...Sweat!

Well, "Me", it's nice talking to myself,   a credit to dementia,
some day you too will know my pain   and smile its "black-tooth grin".
If the war inside my head   won't take a day off I'll be dead:
my icy fingers claw your back,   here I come again...!

Feeling paranoid, true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin.
Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in,
blood stains on my ha-ands and I don't know where I've been.

Once you committed me,   now you've acquitted me,
claiming validity   for your stupidity,
I'm chomping at the bit,   I'm sharpening the axe:
oh, here I come again...   ...Ooohh...!   Sweating bullets...