Let's Put It This Way: I Did

It Wasn't Enough For Megadeth To Do Well; I Wanted Metallica To Fail.

When I Left New York, After Getting Fired From Metallica, All I Remember Is That I Wanted Blood. Theirs.

I Was Always The New Kid In School, I'm The Kid From A Broken Family, I'm The Kid Who Had No Dad Showing Up At The Father-son Stuff, I'm The Kid That Was Using Food Stamps At The Grocery Store.

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.

I Care About What The Fans Feel.