Текст песни Megadeth - Breakpoint
Megadeth - Breakpoint слова песни
Make up the rules for me to live byRules you break and just let it slideYou try and find you inside of meBe as great as you want me to beHypocrite, the word that fitsDo as you sayNot as you doYou`re pushing me to a breakpointPushing me, push, push me to a breakpointSelf esteem you seem to lackPoint the fingerThere`s three pointing backControl`s the illusion with all good intentBad times are contagiousYou laugh and infectCriticist, the word that fitsPut me down to lift you upYou`re pushing me to a breakpointPushing me, push, push me to a breakpointWatching pain is your only pleasureSick fascination for someone`s disasterSelf suffering since you were bornMess with the bull and you`ll get the hornMisery, the word that fitsCan`t seem to smile `till someone`s sadYou`re pushing me to a breakpointYou`re pushing me, push, push mePush, push, push me to a breakpointIn my opinions as a professional I recommendWe straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitchLock him in a rubber roomSedate him, heavilyAnd when he wakes up,If he wakes up, we`ll seeIf he can be a nice boyWell... I don`t know... It`s gonna hurt meMore that it`s gonna hurt himLet`s do it!You push me to a breakpoint, breakpointPush me to a breakpoint, breakpointDon`t push me, you piece of shit!