No More Mr. Nice Guy 

(Music, Lyrics: Alice Cooper, Michael Bruce) 

  
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 
'Til they got a hold of me 
I opened doors for little old ladies 
I helped the blind to see 
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers 
They can't be seen with me 
And I'm gettin' real shot down 
And I'm feeling mean 
No more Mister nice guy 
No more Mister clean 
No more Mister nice guy 
They say he's sick, he's obscene 
I�m not hard to get along with 
I�m impossible! 
My dog bit me on the leg today 
My cat clawed my eye 
My mom's been thrown from the social circle 
My dad's had to hide 
I went to church incognito 
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith 
He recognized me 
And punched me in the nose 
He said, "No more! Nice guy!" 
Not to say I was ever nice in the first place, you know 

  

Breakpoint 

(Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza) 

  
Make up the rules for me to live by 
Rules you break and just let it slide 
You try and find you inside of me 
Be as great as you want me to be 
Hypocrite, the word that fits 
Do as you say 
Not as you do 
You're pushing me to a breakpoint 
Pushing me to a breakpoint 
Pushing me to a breakpoint 
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint 
Self esteem you seem to lack 
Point the finger 
There's three pointing back 
Control's the illusion with all good intent 
Bad times are contagious 
You laugh and infect 
Criticist, the word that fits 
Put me down to lift you up 
Watching pain�s your only pleasure 
Fascination for sick disaster 
Suffering since you were born 
Mess with the bull and you get the horns. 
Misery, the word that fits 
Times are good when times are bad 
"In my opinion as a professional 
I recommend we straight-jacket 
The son-of-a-bitch, 
Lock him in a rubber room, 
Sedate him, heavily, 
And when he wakes up, 
If he wakes up, 
We'll see if he can be a nice boy" 
"Sedate me? Cool! A straight jacket? Hey, hey, let go of me!" 
Don't push me! 

  

Go to Hell 

(Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Friedman, Menza) 

  
Now I lay me down to sleep 
I pray the Lord my soul to keep 
If I should die before I wake 
I pray the lord my soul to take 
I'm not going to wake up today 
They've pulled my plug the picture fades 
And as my body decays 
Mold begins to fill my grave 
The smell of death permeates 
The silk within my coffin lays 
Go to Hell! 
As they bury me now 
Six feet there my body lies 
Still feel like I'm going down 
I hear a distant wailing cry 
God something must've gone wrong 
And much too late I realize 
Go to Hell! 
I saw my funeral that day 
I know who didn't show to mourn 
My judgment was life in hell 
Pillars of pain and thorns 
My only friend's the goat 
With 666 between his horns 
Go to Hell! 
Place all your trust here in me 
Rest assured these things I know 
And as Charon sails the sea 
Your journey too shall end below 
Ah yes, you're all sitting ducks 
It's true you reap what you sow 
Go to Hell! 
Now I lay me down to sleep 
Blah, blah, blah my soul to keep 
If I die before I wake 
I'll go to Hell for Heaven's sake 

  

Angry Again 

(Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) 

  
The more of you that I inspect 
The more of me I see reflect 
The more I try to read your lips 
The more the mask you're wearing rips 
But when I seek out your voice 
My ears are overcome with noise 
You show and tell with greatest ease 
Raving impossibilities 
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat 
Enraged my mind starts to smoke 
Enforce a mental overload 
Angry again, angry again, angry owe! 
And when the story takes a twist 
If folds like a contortionist 
Slight of hand and quick exchange 
The old tricks have been rearranged 
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat 
Enraged my mind starts to smoke 
Enforce a mental overload 
Angry again, angry again, angry 
The searing of the sinew 
My body fights for air 
The ripping of the tissue 
My lungs begin to tear 
Gravity's got my bones 
It pulls my flesh away 
The steam finally dissipates 
I make out my sweaty face 
Association that I choose 
Game I inevitably lose 
Governed by laws set up by me 
Fracture it's jaw to let me be 
A cut-out cardboard condo maze 
Filled with an insubordinate race 
Irrational youths stop to stare 
As music rubber hosed the air 
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat 
Enraged my mind starts to smoke 
Enforce a mental overload 
Angry again, angry again, angry again 
And again and again, again 
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat 
Enraged my mind starts to smoke 
Enforce a mental overload 
Angry again, angry again, angry owe! 

  

99 Ways to Die 

(Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) 

  
If I see the morning hours 
I'll have one more yesterday 
I take life from tomorrow 
Cause I�ve burned out my today 
If I get up to the top I know 
I�ll just go back downhill 
I�ve gotta' terminal future 
And it's time to write my will 
I down another glass of courage 
And a shot of thorazine 
Were not ready to see you yet 
99 ways to die 
We're not ready to see you yet 
Gotta' short between the earphones 
Wringing my hands in dismay 
A more efficient maniac 
With two feet in the grave 
Ain't got no last words to say 
Yellow streak right up my spine 
The gun in my mouth was real 
And the taste blew my mind 
In a black tie and straight jacket 
Man I�m gonna try again 
Were not ready to see you yet 
99 ways to die 
We're not ready to see you yet 
Perhaps a demitasse of arsenic 
Try on this tie 
Never mind the straight-jacket 
There is only death and danger 
In the sockets of my eyes 
A playground of illusion 
No one plays they only die 
There's a prison in my mind 
And the bars are gonna break 
I�m as mad as a hatter 
And strung out just the same 
Taunting rigor mortis 
I feel it draw me in 

  

Paranoid 

(Music, Lyrics: "Geezer" Butler, Tony Iommi, Bill Ward, Ozzy Osbourne) 

  
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind 
People think that I�m insane because I�m frowning all the time 
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy 
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify 
Can you help me occupy my brain? 
Oh yeah, hell yeah 
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find 
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind 
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry 
Happiness I cannot feel so love to me is so unreal 
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state 
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late 
"Nick, Nick, Nick!" 
"Fuck...me...running!" 

  

Diadems 

(Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) 

  
Sacrilege and blasphemy set the stage today 
The more insatiable the sex, the more swelled our tongues became 
As prehistoric as this seems, this is now, today 
Talkin' about no vision, talkin' about no dream 
The harlot puddles for her lies from where she speaks 
I look above and see entrails in the sky 
This one ain't over until the fat lady dies 
One man rules the earth and rides a seven headed beast 
Ten Diadems to crown them all 
World religion at his feet 
Dreams are told of dreams of old this day would surely come 
So run my child and hide your face 
Once you've been marked you�re finished, one 
You've become one! 
You're mine! 
You're one 
I saw a new earth today, I saw a former pass away 
I saw a new earth today, I saw a former pass away 
Vengeance is mine! 
Vengeance is mine! 
The Netherworld and Sheol and never satisfied 
So the eyes of man are never satisfied 
I saw a new earth today, I saw a former pass away 

  

Problems 

(Music, Lyrics: Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, Steve Jones) 

  
Too many problems, oh why am I here? 
I need to be me, 'cause you're all to clear 
And I can see there's something wrong with you 
And what do you expect me to do? 
At least I gotta know what I wanna be 
Don't come to me if you need pity 
Are you lonely, you got no one 
You got your body in suspension 
It�s a problem, problem, problem 
The problem is you 
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray 
You don't do what you want then you�ll fade away 
You won�t find me working nine-to-five 
It's too much fun just being alive 
I'm using my feet for my human machine 
You won�t find me living for the screen 
Are you getting lonely, all needs catered 
You got your brains dehydrated 
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you 
Oh what you gonna do, problem, problem 
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you 
Well, what you gonna do with your problem 
The problem is you, problem 
It ain't death trip, but it ain't automatic 
You won�t find me just staying ecstatic 
Don't you give me any orders 
To people like me, there is no order 
Bet you thought you had it all worked out 
Bet you thought you knew what I was about 
Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems 
But you are the problem 
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you 
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem? 
I'll leave it up to you, oh problem 
The problem is you, you got a problem 
Oh what you gonna do? 
They know a doctor, gonna take you away 
They take you away and throw away the key 
They don't want you and they don't want me 
You got a problem the problem is you, 
Problem, well, what you gonna do? 
Problem, have you got a problem? 
Problem, well you got a problem. 
Problem