(Music by D. Mustaine/D. Ellefson, Lyrics by D. Mustaine)

A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.
Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eli
The Stalker lyrics

I'll be around every corner you go. Don't you look so surprised.
I'll be in every dressing room that you?re in.
I'll be holding every door you walk through. You don't even have to say thanks.
I'll get groceries at the same time 
minates 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.
     Chorus:
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, 
Avowal To Hell lyrics

Will to end livesAnd pain their soul till the deathScorch their minds, set me freeMy agonies will detonateThe malice in my blood is pure hateKill to strike backGot to feel their power crackTear your life away
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 o
Working On It lyrics

Oh
how I'd love it
girl
just you and me

Take the day and fly.
But oh
this job it's got the best of me

Tell you why
tell you why:

Somebody above is in a desperate state

Some kind of urgency
the kind that wo
ut freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.
     [repeat chorus]
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