Teksty

Muzyka: Mustaine, Friedman
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza

Endangered species, caged in fright,
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight.
The stage is set, now pay the price.
And ego boost, don't think twice.
Technology, the battle's unfair,
You pull the trigger without a care.
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man,
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare.
The skin and trophy, oh so rare.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Ignore the guilt and take your turn.
Liars' anagram is "lairs"
Man you were never even there.
Killed a few feet from the cages,
Point blank, you're so courageous...
So courageous

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Solo - Mustaine & Friedman

Countdown to Extinction
All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine

You take a mortal man
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch people's heads a-roll

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A-warring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall.

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

Solo - Friedman
Solo - Mustaine

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony

Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine
Solo fills - Friedman

Assassin in stealth, assailant from Hell
Impervious to damage
Computer on board engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Burning inside, Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine, just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic and organic,it's not cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Of flesh and steel, his circuits real
With no emotion
Bow to the Priest, fall to your knees
His kingdom's coming
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic and organic,it's not cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Target to destroy, arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate you will terminate
Life systems disconnect
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic and organic,it's not cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Call me Psychotron... Psychotron

Solo - Mustaine

Psychotron!