Hook In Mouth

Hook In Mouth
"Hook in Mouth" declaims censorship and the Parents Music Resource Center (PMRC). Mustaine elaborated that the lyrics were aimed at those who were "fucking around with our constitutional rights and trying to take away our freedom of speech".

Lyrics
A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes

A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies

A little man with a big eraser, changing history

Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees

Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue

Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was

Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws

Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules

Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the school

You said you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway ?

Ever think may be it was meant to be this way ?

Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come

I believe my kingdom will come

F, is for fighting, R is for red

Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed

E, we elect them, E, we eject them

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture

M, will cover your grave with manure

This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me

As long as there's P.M.R.C

F, is for fighting, R is for red

Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed

E, we elect them, E, we eject them

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture

M, is for money, you know what that cures

This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me

As long as there's P.M.R.C

F, is for fighting, R is for red

Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed

E, we elect them, E, we eject them

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture

M, will cover your grave with manure

This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me

As long as there's P.M.R.C

F, is for fighting, R is for red

Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed

E, we elect them, E, we eject them

In the land of the free and the home of the brave

D, for your dying, O, your overture

M, is for money, you know what that cures

This spells out FREEDOM, it means nothing to me

As long as there's P.M.R.C

Put your hand right up my shirt

Pull the strings that make me work

Jaws will part, words fall out

Like a fish with hook in mouth

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was

Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws

Follow the instructions of the New Way's Evil Book of Rules

Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools

I'm not a fish

I'm a man

Hook in mouth