My Last Words

[Guitar Solo: Chris Poland] [Instrumental Break] [Verse 1] My life's on time, but again my sense is late Feel a might unsteady, but still I have to play Six to one's the odds, and we have the highest stakes Once again I gamble with my very life today Highly polished metal, the oil makes it gleam Fill the terror chamber, your mind begins to scream Your life is like a trigger, never trouble 'til you're squeezed Now you crack a smile as you give the gun a tease [Verse 2] Place the pistol down, now give the gun a spin Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in A hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin Load another bullet, the second round begins A couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead A touch against the trigger, a touch inside the head Take another drink and raise the last bets Think about my last words, they might be what I just said [Verse 3] A click comes from the hammer that couldn't drive a nail Sense the numbing cold blue or the red of Hades' grill A fraction of a second, do you lose, or maybe still? Pass it to the left, and collect your mighty kill Add another bullet, the third round begins Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in Please, no IOUs, no markers for death Does anybody play? [Bridge] Anybody? Somebody? Anybody play? Woah! [Guitar Solo: Dave Mustaine] [Outro] You, (you!), next victim You, next to die You, (you!), next victim You, your turn to die You, come on!, next victim You, your turn to die You, come on!, next victim You, your turn to die You Die!