歌曲 | Sweating Bullets |
歌手 | Megadeth |
专辑 | Countdown to Extinction |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dave Mustaine | |
作词 : Dave Mustaine | |
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 | |
Thinking down to your level | |
Yeah, 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 beenI'm in trouble for the things | |
I haven't got to yet | |
I'm sharpening the ax 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 it's 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 hands and | |
I don't know where | |
I've beenOnce you committed me | |
Now you've acquitted me | |
Claiming validity | |
For your stupidity | |
I'm chomping at the bit | |
I'm sharpening the ax | |
Oh, were I come again, whoa | |
Sweating bullets |
zuo qu : Dave Mustaine | |
zuo ci : Dave Mustaine | |
Hello me, meet the real me | |
And my misfits way of life | |
A dark black past is my | |
Most valued possession | |
Hindsight is always 2020 | |
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 | |
Thinking down to your level | |
Yeah, 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 beenI' m in trouble for the things | |
I haven' t got to yet | |
I' m sharpening the ax 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 it' s 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 hands and | |
I don' t know where | |
I' ve beenOnce you committed me | |
Now you' ve acquitted me | |
Claiming validity | |
For your stupidity | |
I' m chomping at the bit | |
I' m sharpening the ax | |
Oh, were I come again, whoa | |
Sweating bullets |
zuò qǔ : Dave Mustaine | |
zuò cí : Dave Mustaine | |
Hello me, meet the real me | |
And my misfits way of life | |
A dark black past is my | |
Most valued possession | |
Hindsight is always 2020 | |
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 | |
Thinking down to your level | |
Yeah, 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 beenI' m in trouble for the things | |
I haven' t got to yet | |
I' m sharpening the ax 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 it' s 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 hands and | |
I don' t know where | |
I' ve beenOnce you committed me | |
Now you' ve acquitted me | |
Claiming validity | |
For your stupidity | |
I' m chomping at the bit | |
I' m sharpening the ax | |
Oh, were I come again, whoa | |
Sweating bullets |