Fueled [Music of Mass Destruction Live from Chicago] Anthrax

I'm out to mix it up and
Change my direction
To coat the feelings and
Cure my depression
A shot of petrol is my bonafide method
To lose control and
Get thoroughly distracted

I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine and I'm gone

I'd like to forget why I feel this compulsive
As I toss tomorrow's dreams in the garbage
What's important is a mind that's sicker
Turning Jekyll into Hide much quicker

I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine and I'm gone
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

Kick start and turn me over
Punch drunk but I'm still sober
Fourteen years and a whole lot bolder
And I don't flinch
Hungry and I'll take the best
Cause I never wanted anything less
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger