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Welcome to the Minority: The A&M Years 1988-1991
Disc 1
01. Down on Up to Me
02. Little Too Clean
03. Sometime to Return
04. Cartoon
05. Beggars and Choosers
06. Endless Farewell
07. Standing in the Doorway
08. Marionette
09. Ode
10. Jack of All Trades
11. Twiddly Dee
12. Heavy Rotation
13. Put the Bone In
14. Just Plain Evil
15. It’s Not My Fault
Disc 2
01. Spinnin
02. Bitter Pill
03. Veil of Tears
04. Nice Guys (Don’t Get Paid)
05. Something Out of Nothing
06. Gullible’s Travels
07. Brand New Shine
08. Easy Street
09. Grounded
10. Be on Your Way
11. We 3
12. All the King’s Friends
13. Something Out of Nothing
Disc 3
01. Tracks of My Tears (live)
02. Something Out of Nothing (live)
03. Freaks (live)
04. I Put a Spell on You (live)
05. Cartoon (live)
06. Be on Your Way (live)
07. Closer to the Stars (live)
08. Marionette (live)
09. All the King’s Friends (live)
10. Made to Be Broken (live)
11. Little Too Clean (live)
12. Movin’ On (live)
13. Nice Guys (Don’t Get Paid)
14. To Sir With Love (live)
Thought I heard you screaming
And pulling out your hair
Furious and steaming, a state upon your stare
Don't you know dirt will find you and
Dirt reminds you that
Dirt will always be there, it's only
Dirt around you and dirt surrounds you and
Follows you everywhere
Here's a dirty joke, man, filled with filth and smut
The heart of it, it sparkles, the more it can corrupt
Don't you know, dirt can't hurt you
I'm truly certain, usually washes out
Don't you know, rain will wash out the
Stain and all of your, pain will work itself out
Work it out, 'fraid you've lost your innocence
To some-odd social scene, you're right on top
But you've been replaced, by a shiny new machine
And dirt keeps following you, and you don't know what it means
You're a little too clean, a little too clean, a little too clean
One day dirt will bury you and you will understand
There is nothing much more than the ground on which you stand
Don't you know dirt will find you and
Dirt reminds you that dirt will always be there
It's only dirt around you and
Dirt surrounds you and follows you everywhere
'Fraid you've lost your innocence, to some-odd social scene
You're right on top, but you've been replaced
By a shiny new machine and dirt keeps following you
And you don't know what it means, you're a little too clean
A little too clean, a little too clean