"No More Mr. Nice Guy" m. and l. Alice Cooper and Michael Bruce Hidden Treasures (1995) I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing, 'til they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause they read the papers, they can't be seen with me And I'm gettin' shot down and I'm feeling mean No more mister nice guy, no more mister clean No more mister nice guy, they say he's sick, he's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today, my cat clawed my eye My mom's been thrown out of the society circle, my dad's had to hide I went to church incognito and everybody rose The reverend Smith, he recognized me, punched me in the nose No more mister nice guy, no more mister clean No more mister nice guy, they say he's sick, he's obscene "Breakpoint" m. and l. Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson and Nick Menza Hidden Treasures (1995) Make up the rules for me to live by, rules you break and just let it slide You try and find you inside of me, be as great as you want me to be Hypocrite, the word that fits, do as you say not as you do You're pushing me to a breakpoint, pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Self esteem you seem to lack, point the finger, there's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Bad times are contagious, you laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits, put me down to lift you up You're pushing me to a breakpoint, pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Watching pain is your only pleasure, sick fascination for someone's disaster Self suffering since you were born, mess with the bull and you'll get the horn Misery, the word that fits, can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad You're pushing me to a breakpoint, you're pushing me, push, push me Push, push, push me to a breakpoint In my opinions as a professional I recommend we straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch Lock him in a rubber room, sedate him, heavily And when he wakes up, If he wakes up, we'll see If he can be a nice boy Well...I don't know...it's gonna hurt me more that it's gonna hurt him. Let's do it! You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint, push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint, don't push me, you piece of shit! "Go To Hell" m. and l. Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson, Marty Friedman and Nick Menza Hidden Treasures (1995) I'm not going to wake up today, they've pulled my plug the picture fades And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays, go to hell As they bury me now six feet there my body lies Still feel like I'm going down I hear a distant wailing cry God something must've gone wrong and much too late I realize, go to hell I saw my funeral that day, I know who didn't show to mourn My judgement was life in hell, pillars of pain and thorns My only friend's the goat with 666 between his horns, go to hell Place all your trust here in me, rest assured these things I know And as Charon sails the sea, your journey too shall end below Ah yes you're all sitting ducks, it's true you reap what you sow, go to hell Now I lay me down to sleep, blah, blah, blah my soul to keep If I die before I wake, I'll go to hell for heaven's sake "Angry Again" m. and l. Dave Mustaine Hidden Treasures (1995) The more of you that I inspect, the more of me I see reflect The more I try to read your lips, the more the mask you're wearing rips But when I seek out your voice, my ears are overcome with noise You show and tell with greatest ease, raving impossibilities Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload, angry again, angry again, angry ow And when the story takes a twist, if folds like a contortionist Slight of hand and quick exchange, the old tricks have been rearranged Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload, angry again, angry again, angry The searing of the sinew, my body fights for air The ripping of the tissue, my lungs begin to tear Gravity's got my bones, it pulls my flesh away The steam finally dissipates, I make out my sweaty face Association that I choose, game I inevitably lose Governed by laws set up by me, fracture its jaw to let me be A cut-out cardboard condo maze, filled with an insubordinate race Irrational youths stop to stare as music rubber hosed the air Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload, angry again, angry again, angry again and again and again, again Engaged in crime I grasp my throat, enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload, angry again, angry again, angry ow "99 Ways To Die" m. and l. Dave Mustaine Hidden Treasures (1995) If I see the morning hours, I'll have one more yesterday Take life from tomorrow cause I've burned out my today If I get up to the top I know I'll just go back downhill Gotta' terminal future and it's time to write my will Down another glass of courage and a shot of thorazine We're not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die, we're not ready to see you yet Gotta' short between the earphones, wringing my hands in dismay A more efficient maniac with two feet in the grave Ain't got no last words to say, yellow streak right up my spine The gun in my mouth was real and the taste blew my mind In a black tie and straight jacket, man I'm gonna try again We're not ready to see you yet, 99 ways to die, we're not ready to see you yet Demitasse of arsenic, Try on this tie, never mind the tree There is only death and danger in the sockets of my eyes A playground of illusion, no one plays they only die There's a prison in my mind and the bars are gonna break I'm as mad as a hatter and strung out just the same Taunting rigor mortis, I feel it draw me in "Paranoid" m. and l. William Ward, Tony Iommi, Terry "Geezer" Butler and John "Ozzy" Osbourne Hidden Treasures (1995) Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? Oh yeah I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me us so unreal And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late "Diadems" m. and l. Dave Mustaine Hidden Treasures (1995) Sacriledge and blasphemy sets the stage today The more insatiable the sex, the more swelled our tongues became As pre-historic as it seems, this is now, today As pre-historic as it seems, this is now Talkin' 'bout no vision, talkin' 'bout no dream The Harlot puddles for her lies, from where she speaks I look above and see entrails in the sky This song ain't over 'til the fat lady dies One man rules the earth and rides the seven-headed beast Ten diadems, to rule them all, to crown them all, the world, religion at his feet Dreams are told of dreams of old, this day will surely come So, run my child and hide your face, once you've been marked it's finished, done You'll become one, you're mine, you're one I saw a new earth today, I saw a former pass away I saw a new earth today, I saw a former pass away Vengence is mine, vengence is mine The Netherworld and Sheol are never satisfied So the eyes of man are Never sat-is-fied I saw a new Earth today, I saw a former pass away "Problems" m. and l. Johnny Rotten, Glen Matlock, Stephen Jones and Paul Cook Hidden Treasures (1995) Too many problems, oh why am I here? I need to be me, 'cause you're all to clear And I can see there's something wrong with you, oh, what do you expect me to do? At least I gotta know what I wanna be, don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely, you got no-one, you got your body in suspension That's a problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Eat your heart out on a plastic tray, you don't do what you want and you fade away You work for me, you're working nine-to-five, it's too much fun of being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine, you work for me, living for the screen Are you lonely, all needs catered, you got your brains dehydrated Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you, oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you, well, what you gonna do with your problem The problem is you, problem I ain't death trip, but I ain't automatic, you work for me, just stay ecstatic Don't you give me any orders, to people like me, there is no order Bet you thought you had it all worked out, bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems, but you are the problem Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you, oh, what you gonna do with your problem? I'll leave it up to you, oh problem, the problem is you, you got a problem, oh what you gonna do? They know a doctor, gonna take you away, they take you away and they throw away the key They don't want you and they don't want me, you got a problem the problem is you Problem, well, what you gonna do? Problem, have you got a problem? Problem, well you got a problem, problem (x17)