"Skin O' My Teeth"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


I had wrists donning slits flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run, the finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter take a look and see
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth
My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills on the dresser of my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes his neck to see
In time the white lights a train bearing down on me
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth
I won't feel the hurt, I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue, that's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget to close the drawer
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth


"Symphony of Destruction"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


You take a mortal man and put him in control
Watch him become a god, watch peoples heads a-roll
Just like the Pied Piper led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony of destruction
Acting like a robot, its metal brain corrodes
You try to take its pulse before the head explodes
Just like the Pied Piper led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony of destruction
The earth starts to rumble, world powers fall
A-warring for the heavens, a peaceful man stands tall
Just like the Pied Piper led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony of destruction


"Architecture of Aggression"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep
Great nations built from the bones of the dead with mud and straw, blood and sweat
You know your worth when your enemies praise your architecture of aggression
Ensuing power vacuum, a toppled leader dies
His body fuels the power fire and the flames rise to the sky
One side of his face a kiss, the other genocide
Time to pay with your ass, a worldwide suicide
Great nations built from the bones of the dead with mud and straw, blood and sweat
You know your worth when your enemies praise your architecture of aggression
"Fight for America"
"Everybody knew that the 15th of January was the deadline date. By kicking the war off, once the war was over people would be able to go home."
Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep
Great nations built from the bones of the dead with mud and straw, blood and sweat
You know your worth when your enemies praise your architecture of aggression
Great nations built from the bones of the dead with mud and straw, blood and sweat
You know your worth when your enemies praise your architecture of aggression
"Fight for America"
"They looked like big long snakes coming up in the air"
"Medium sized triple a, um, just, ah tracer bullets"


"Foreclosure of A Dream"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Rise so high, yet so far to fall, a plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high, more borrowed money, more borrowed time
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race, means to an end ended in disgrace
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase
Foreclosure of a dream, those visions never seen
Until all is lost, personal holocaust, foreclosure of a dream
Barren land that once filled a need, are worthless now, dead without a deed
Slipping away from an iron grip, nature's scales are forced to tip
The heartland cries, loss of all pride, to leave ain't believing, so try and be tried
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide
Foreclosure of a dream, those visions never seen
Until all is lost, personal holocaust, foreclosure of a dream
"The congress will push me to raise taxes and I'll say 'No, read my lips, read my lips, read my lips'"
Now with new hope, some will be proud, this is no hoax, no one pushed out
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer, break new ground of a new frontier
New ideas will surely get by, no deed, or dividend. Some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky
Rise so high, yet so far to fall, a plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high, more borrowed money, more borrowed time
Foreclosure of a dream, those visions never seen
Until all is lost, personal holocaust, foreclosure of a dream
Holocaust


"Sweating Bullets"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Hello me, meet the real me and my misfits 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 it 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 bit 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 shinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault and stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know his limitations
Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands 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 axe and my palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself, a credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain and smile its "blacktooth 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 hands 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
Here I come again, sweating bullets


"This Was My Life"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


It was just another day, it was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences, it was doomed to not be right
There is something wrong with me, there is something wrong with you
There is nothing left of us, there is one thing I can do
Lying on your bed, examining my head, this is the part of me that hates
Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch, somewhere an electric chair awaits
Hey! This was my life. Hey! This was my fate.
This was the wrong thing to do, this was the wrong one to be doing
This was the road to destiny, this was the road to my ruin
Now there's motives for the suspect, now there's nothing left to say
Now there's method to the madness, now there's society to pay
Lying on your bed, examining my head, this is the part of me that hates
Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch, somewhere an electric chair awaits
Hey! This was my life. Hey! This was my fate.
In our life there is "if", in our beliefs there is "lie"
In our business there is "sin", In our bodies there is "die"
This was my life, this was my fate


"Countdown To Extinction"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine, Nick Menza, David Ellefson and Marty Friedman
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Endangered species, caged in fright, shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage is set, now pay the price, an ego boost, don't think twice
Technology, the battle's unfair, you pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you 'Man', pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned, the hunt is canned
All are gone, all but one, no contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one, this is it, this is the countdown to extinction
Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare, the skin and trophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words, ignore the guilt and take your turn
Liars anagram is "lairs", man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages, point blank, you're so courageous, so courageous
All are gone, all but one, no contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one, this is it, this is the countdown to extinction
"One hour from now, another species of life form will disappear off the face of the planet forever, and the rate is accelerating"
All are gone, all but one, no contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one, this is it, this is the countdown to extinction


"High Speed Dirt"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Do it if you dare, leaping from the sky
Hurling thru the air, exhilarating high
See the earth below, soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death, I'm off to meet my maker
Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge, won't stop til I hit the ground
I'm on my way for sure, up here in the air this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt
Paralyzed with fear, feel velocity gain
Entering a near catatonic state
Pressure of the sound roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground, damned if I'll be dead
Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge, won't stop til I hit the ground
I'm on my way for sure, up here in the air this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt
Jump or die!
Dropping all my weight, going down full throttle
The pale horse awaits like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins, faster as I go
I forgot my name, I'm a dirt torpedo
High speed dirt. Shit!


"Psychotron"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Assassin in stealth, assailant from hell
Impervious to damage, computer onboard
Engaged in a war, non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man
Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg, call him Psychotron
Burning inside, Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running, a killing machine
Just downright mean and forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man
Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg, call him Psychotron
Target to destroy, arms in employ
Full assault fire threat, sensors indicate
You will terminate, life systems disconnect
Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg, call him Psychotron
Psychotron


"Captive Honour"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson, Nick Menza and Marty Friedman
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


Madness comes and madness goes, an insane place with insane moves
Battles without for battles within, where evil lives and evil rules
Breaking them up, just breaking them in, quickest way out, quickest relief wins
Never disclose, never betray, cease to speak or cease to breathe
And when you kill a man, you're a murderer, kill many and you're a conqueror
Kill them all and you're a God
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"
"Yes, we have 'Your Honour', we find the defendant guilty on all counts for crimes against all humanity."
"By virtue of the jury's decision and the power vested in me by the state,
I hereby sentence you to be incarcerated with no possibility of parole for life."
"Life? What do you mean life? I ain't got a life."
"Boy, your soul better belong to Jesus! Hmmm-mmm, cause your ass belongs to me!"
Captive honour, ain't no honour
No time for questions, no time for the games
Start kicking ass and taking down the names
A long shit list, a shorter fuse
He is untouchable and guarantees you'll lose
Captive honour, ain't no honour
Inside the bighouse, his nightmare unfolds
Before he got there his man-pussy was sold
Black blanket welcome, this tough guy's now a bitch
Praying for death, it can't be worse than this
Captive honour, ain't no honour
Captive honour, ain't no honour


"Ashes In Your Mouth"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine, Nick Menza, David Ellefson and Marty Friedman
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the Wailing Wall
Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords
Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again
Where do we go from here? And should we really care?
The end is finally here, God have mercy!
Now we've rewritten history, the one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication, it turns to ashes in your mouth
Where do we go from here? And should we really care?
The end is finally here, God have mercy!
If you're fighting to live, it's O.K. to die!
The answer to your question is "Welcome to tomorrow!"
Where do we go from here? God have mercy!
Where do we go from here? And should we really care?
The end is finally here, God have mercy! Mercy!


"Crown of Worms"
m. and l. Dave Mustaine
Countdown To Extinction (1992)


I am the author, dream up your pain, drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain
Lord of the city, I shall remain, all pandemonium, I shall reign
Sit in my fortress up on my hill, drinking the wine till I've had my fill
Building up high, my castle walls, oh, to veil my splendid fall
I present you, I present you, I present you this crown of worms
Surrounding myself with misery, drawn curtains heavy of my history
Exquisite I am perfect unity, on my left hand is false majesty
I feign affection, refute the true story, dispute with creation, the lie is my glory
I care for no one, my gospel is death, for me the light's gone, only darkness is left
I present you, I present you, I present you this crown of worms
As black in deed, as cold as stone, a commandment of one, as proud as gold
As neglected in spirit, as time is old, as legion is numbers, as legend is told
I am alone with the agony of truth, my power of will, my judgement and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt, my final confusion hidden from me till I'm done