| Song | Sweating Bullets |
| Artist | Megadeth |
| Album | Capitol Punishment: The Megadeth Years |
| 作曲 : Dave Mustaine | |
| 作词 : Dave Mustaine | |
| Hello me, meet the real me | |
| And my misfits way of life | |
| A dark black past is my | |
| Most valued possession | |
| Hindsight is always 20-20 | |
| But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy | |
| Speak of mutually assured destruction? | |
| Nice story, tell it to reader's digest | |
| Feeling paranoid | |
| True enemy or false friend? | |
| Anxiety's attacking me and | |
| My air is getting thin | |
| I'm in trouble for the things | |
| I haven't got to yet | |
| I'm chomping at the bit and my | |
| Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets | |
| Hello me, it's me again | |
| You can subdue, but never tame me | |
| It gives me a migraine headache | |
| Thinking down to your level | |
| Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault | |
| And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance | |
| Mankind has got to know | |
| His limitations | |
| Feeling claustrophobic | |
| Like the walls are closing in | |
| Blood stains on my hands | |
| And I don't know where | |
| I've beenI'm in trouble for the things | |
| I haven't got to yet | |
| I'm sharpening the ax and my | |
| Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets | |
| Well, me, it's nice talking to myself | |
| A credit to dementia | |
| Some day you too will know my pain | |
| And smile it's black tooth grin | |
| If the war inside my head | |
| Won't take a day off | |
| I'll be dead | |
| My icy fingers claw your back | |
| Here I come again | |
| Feeling paranoid | |
| True enemy or false friend? | |
| Anxiety's attacking me | |
| And my air is getting thin | |
| Feeling claustrophobic | |
| Like the walls are closing in | |
| Blood stains on my hands and | |
| I don't know where | |
| I've beenOnce you committed me | |
| Now you've acquitted me | |
| Claiming validity | |
| For your stupidity | |
| I'm chomping at the bit | |
| I'm sharpening the ax | |
| Oh, were I come again, whoa | |
| Sweating bullets |
| zuò qǔ : Dave Mustaine | |
| zuò cí : Dave Mustaine | |
| Hello me, meet the real me | |
| And my misfits way of life | |
| A dark black past is my | |
| Most valued possession | |
| Hindsight is always 2020 | |
| But looking back it' s still a bit fuzzy | |
| Speak of mutually assured destruction? | |
| Nice story, tell it to reader' s digest | |
| Feeling paranoid | |
| True enemy or false friend? | |
| Anxiety' s attacking me and | |
| My air is getting thin | |
| I' m in trouble for the things | |
| I haven' t got to yet | |
| I' m chomping at the bit and my | |
| Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets | |
| Hello me, it' s me again | |
| You can subdue, but never tame me | |
| It gives me a migraine headache | |
| Thinking down to your level | |
| Yeah, just keep on thinking it' s my fault | |
| And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance | |
| Mankind has got to know | |
| His limitations | |
| Feeling claustrophobic | |
| Like the walls are closing in | |
| Blood stains on my hands | |
| And I don' t know where | |
| I' ve beenI' m in trouble for the things | |
| I haven' t got to yet | |
| I' m sharpening the ax and my | |
| Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets | |
| Well, me, it' s nice talking to myself | |
| A credit to dementia | |
| Some day you too will know my pain | |
| And smile it' s black tooth grin | |
| If the war inside my head | |
| Won' t take a day off | |
| I' ll be dead | |
| My icy fingers claw your back | |
| Here I come again | |
| Feeling paranoid | |
| True enemy or false friend? | |
| Anxiety' s attacking me | |
| And my air is getting thin | |
| Feeling claustrophobic | |
| Like the walls are closing in | |
| Blood stains on my hands and | |
| I don' t know where | |
| I' ve beenOnce you committed me | |
| Now you' ve acquitted me | |
| Claiming validity | |
| For your stupidity | |
| I' m chomping at the bit | |
| I' m sharpening the ax | |
| Oh, were I come again, whoa | |
| Sweating bullets |