Lyrics Recipe for Hate... Warhorse - Megadeth

Recipe for Hate... Warhorse

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
Fill solos — Mustaine
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
Solo — Pitrelli
Talk about me when my bac is turned
Next time we meet it will be to late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I’ve got a recipe for hate.
Taste it Fill solos — Mustaine
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
Solo — Pitrelli
…Warhorse
I’m feeling quite invisible
I feel just like thin air
The truth taunts me Solo — Mustaine
I see the earth below me I watch it spinning there
Does someone, somewhere
Out there hear me?
Solo — Pitrelli
Sentenced to walk in Purgatory
My life is running down
I can’t believe what they’ve done to me Solo — Mustaine
I’m left riding a Warhorse
A man without a country
Solos — Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli