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MEGADETH LYRICS
"The Baby Head Promo" (1994 Single)
1. Black Curtains
2. Crown of Worms (demo)
3. Train of Consequences
1. Black Curtains
Hey... look around you
Everything's helter-skelter
Listen up... I warn you
Run for cover, run
Bang... it happened
Time's up, armageddon
Fire... meltdown
The sky is crumbling in
Black curtains... never ending
Escape... you're joking
Can't find no place to run
Hair... is burning
My flesh is bubbling up
Blood... is boiling
Taste copper on my tongue
Fate... is coming
Welcome it with a smile
Black curtains... never ending, fall
Am I dreaming? My heart pounds my chest
Held for ransom in a spider's web
Suffocating, no one hears my calls
Never ending, till the black curtain falls
Snakes... surround me
Offering their death kiss to me
Down... I'm drowning
How long, I hold my breath
Dogs, are chasing
My legs are paralyzed
Pray... don't find me
My life is fading fast
2. Crown of Worms (demo)
I am the author,
Dream up your pain drink as did bacchus,
Rebel just like cain lord of the city,
I shall remain all pandemonium,
I shall reign set in my fortress
Up on my hill drinking the wine
Till I've had my fill building up high,
My castle walls oh to
Veil my splendid fall
I present you, I present to you
I present you, this crown of worms
Surrounding myself with misery drawn
Curtains heavy of my history exquisite
I am perfect unity on my left hand is false majesty I feign affection,
Refute the true story dispute with creation,
The lie is my glory i care for no-one,
My gospel is death for me the lights gone,
Only darkness is left as black in deed,
As cold as stone a commandment of one,
As proud as gold as neglected in spirit,
As time is old as legion is numbers,
As legend is told i am alone with agony of truth my power of will,
My judgement and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me til I'm done
3. Train of Consequences
I'm doing you a favor
As I'm taking all your money
I guess I should feel sorry
But I don't even trust me
There's bad news creeping up
And you feel a sudden chill
How do you do? My name is Trouble
I'm coming in for the kill...
And you know I will
Set the ball a-rollin
I'll be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences
My boxcar life o' style
My thinking is derailed
I'm tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There ain't no turning back
No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet
I'm blowing on my cards
And play them to my chest
Life's fabric is corrupt
Shot through with corroded thread
As for me I hocked my brains
Packed my bags and headed west
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