Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race.
A means to an end ended in disgrace.
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Barren lands that once filled a need,
Are worthless now, dead without a deed.
Slipping away from an iron grip,
Nature's scales are forced to tip,
The heartland dies; loss of all pride.
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried,
Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Solo - Mustaine

"The congress will push me to raise tax and I'll say
'No, read my lips, read my lips, read my lips'"

Now with new hope some will be proud.
This is no hoax, no one pushed out.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer.
Break new ground of a new frontier.
New ideas will surely get by.
No deed or dividend, some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky.

Solo - Friedman

Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Holocaust