Good Mourning.

Hey, I don't feel so good.
Something's not right, [bad word] over me
What the [bad word] is this?

Killer, [bad word]  homicidal man
If you see me [bad word] as fast as you can.
blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.

My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head Yeah!

Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the [bad word] 
I seek to dismember, a [bad word] fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
merciless butcher who lives underground
I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. (Cut you down)
I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday.

Killer, [bad word]  homicidal man
If you see me [bad word] as fast as you can.
blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
merciless butcher who lives underground
I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down.

It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.

Music & lyrics - Dave Mustaine