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: Recipe For Hate...Warhorse

Interpret:
Megadeth
Album:
The World Needs A Hero
Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone


In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my opinion
And room temperature IQ


I did something, now I'm nothing
Always wrong with this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it twist
My measly brain mad


Talk about me when my back is turned
Next time we meet it will be too late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it


Dark clouds on the horizon
Make it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but every time
I run away, I just come back for more


The choice is clear I can quit
And fall on my sword or light a fire
To see who runs or stays
And plays the confidence game


I'm feeling quite invisible
I feel just like thin air
The truth taunts me


I see the earth below me
I watch it spinning there
Does someone, somewhere
Out there hear me?


Sentenced to walk in Purgatory
My life is running down
I can't believe what they've done to me


I'm left riding a Warhorse
A man without a country