When I left New York, after getting fired from Metallica, all I remember is that I wanted blood. Theirs.
Military intelligence, two words combined that cant make sense.
Mogami cable is durable and flexible enough to practically build a suspension bridge with but I’ll settle for using it for my guitars and amps!
The very first schoolbook that was written had God all over it.
I didn’t like the way I was let go from Metallica.
One of my first records that I heard was ‘Wish You Were Here’ by Pink Floyd.
Megadeth is a legend, and I’m not gonna cheapen it like some of these bands that keep going long after they should.
My mom and dad got divorced when I was very young, and growing up in a family where the head of the household wasn’t a man made a big difference.
It wasn’t enough for Megadeth to do well; I wanted Metallica to fail.
The guitar influence that affected my songwriting came from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal.
Megadeth doesn’t sound anything like Metallica.
I went there anyway-knowingly, willingly-because I wanted a number one hit. I wanted what Metallica had, even if it meant selling a piece of my soul to the devil.
Dude, if you want to be a great musician, you have to try heroin. You’ll see. It’s like being back in the womb.
I care more about what God knows than what man says.
I watched him, and I watched him die, and it was so painful for me, because I really loved Freddie Mercury, the way that he just truly went with his voice.
I care about what the fans feel.
Yesterday’s answers has nothing to do with today’s questions.
Brother will kill brother, spilling blood across the land.
Well me, it’s nice talking to myself. A credit to dementia.
The sleeping feel no more pain. But the living are scarred.
My mom and my aunts and all the other Witnesses would warn me that I was destined to burn in hell if I didn’t clean up my act, but frankly I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away from them.