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The Ultimate Skate Metal Album, Vol. 2
01. Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
02. Who Was in My Room Last Night?
03. Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?
04. Adam’s Song
05. The Diary of Jane (single version)
06. Shoot It Out
07. Dragula
08. I’m the Man (Def uncensored version)
09. The Saints Are Coming
10. When Worlds Collide
11. Porn Star Dancing (rock version)
12. If I Was Your Vampire
13. Come Sail Away (edit)
14. Stoopid
15. Pepper
16. Sex & Candy
17. What I Got
18. Closer
19. Bartender Song (Sittin’ at a Bar) (alt/rock mix)
20. Awake
21. I Will Be Heard
22. Indians
23. My Generation
24. Unknown Soldier
25. The Grand Illusion
26. Thunder Kiss ’65
27. Fly to the Angels
28. Getting Away With Murder
29. I Was Made for Lovin’ You
30. I Stand Alone (from “The Scorpion King” soundtrack)
31. Hero of War
32. A.I.R.
33. Just Another Victim
34. My Way
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas

Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes