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Under Wheels of Confusion: 1970–1987
Disc 1
01. Black Sabbath
02. The Wizard
03. N.I.B.
04. Evil Woman
05. Wicked World
06. War Pigs
07. Paranoid
08. Iron Man
09. Planet Caravan
10. Hand of Doom
11. Sweet Leaf
12. After Forever
13. Children of the Grave
Disc 2
01. Into the Void
02. Lord of This World
03. Orchid
04. Supernaut
05. Tomorrows Dream
06. Wheels of Confusion
07. Changes
08. Snowblind
09. Laguna Sunrise
10. Cornucopia (live)
11. Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
12. Killing Yourself to Live
13. Hole in the Sky
14. Am I Going Insane (Radio)
Disc 3
01. The Writ
02. Symptom of the Universe
03. Dirty Women
04. Back Street Kids
05. Rock 'n' Roll Doctor
06. She's Gone
07. A Hard Road
08. Never Say Die
09. Neon Knights
10. Heaven and Hell
11. Die Young
12. Lonely Is the Word
Disc 4
01. Turn Up the Night
02. Sign of the Southern Cross
03. Falling Off the Edge of the World
04. The Mob Rules (live)
05. Voodoo (live)
06. Digital Bitch
07. Trashed
08. Hotline
09. In for the Kill
10. Seventh Sign
11. Heart Like a Wheel
12. The Shining
13. Eternal Idol
You see life through distorted eyes
You know you have to learn
The execution of your mind
You really have to turn
The race is run, the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you don't want to know

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And there's just no return

You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
You bastards

Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell, yeah

Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath, bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you, yeah