Megadeth: Sweating Bullets

This song is one for Gable. Very soon, you’ll get to know why this song holds particular creepy meaning for him.

I can’t wait for you to find out! In the meantime, here’s the nightmare inducing video.

Lyrics below. Lots of secret things in there about my latest villain! I put the most interesting bits for Gable in bold. Sneaky, sneaky!!

Also, the picture is one of my choice images for what Gable looks like in my head. Yummy.

 

Sweating Bullets:

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…


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
Well, me, it’s nice talking to myself

A credit to dementia

Some day you too will know my pain

And smile its blacktooth 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 been
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


Songwriters: Dave Mustaine
Sweating Bullets lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC