Megadeth, neboli zkomolenina slovíčka "Megadeath" by se tedy dalo volně přeložit jako "masová smrt", skupina vždy zpívala na témata válka, rasismus, politika... atd. Zároveň patří do tzv. "Velké Trash-metalové Čtyřky" tj. METALLICA, MEGADETH,...

Píseň: Hook in Mouth

Interpret:
Megadeth
Album:
So Far, So Good..So What!
Cockroach in the concrete with courthouse tan and beady eyes 
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies 
A little man with a big eraser's changing history 
Procedures that he's programmed to, and all he hears and sees 
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue 
He can make a person disappear and no one will ever miss you 


Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was 
Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws 
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules 
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools 


You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway? 
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way? 
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come 
I believe my kingdom will come 


F is for fighting, R is for red 
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed 
E, we elect them, E, we eject them 
In the land of the free and the home of the brave 
D, for your dying, O, your overture 
M, they will cover your grave with manure 
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me 
As long as there's a P.M.R.C. 


F is for fighting, R is for red 
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed 
E, we elect them, E, we eject them 
In the land of the free and the home of the brave 
D, for your dying, O, your overture 
M is for money and you know what that cures 
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me 
As long as there's a P.M.R.C. 


F is for fighting, R is for red 
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed 
E, we elect them, E, we eject them 
In the land of the free and the home of the brave 
D, for your dying, O, your overture 
M, they will cover your grave with manure 
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me 
As long as there's a P.M.R.C. 


Put your hand right up my shirt 
Pull the strings that make me work 
Jaws will part, words fall out 
Like a fish with hook in mouth 


Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was 
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws 
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules 
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools 


I'm not a fish, I'm a man 
Hook in Mouth