Sweating Bullets (Live at The Web Theatre, Phoenix, AZ, 16th Nov 2001)

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 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

Sinking 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

(Solo - Mustaine)

I hear it in here...

Blood stains on my (choking)...

The big axe...

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

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,

Whoa

Sweating bullets