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Boysetsfire - Live Chronicles / Berlin 2014 - So Long... And Thanks for the Crutches
Live Chronicles / Berlin 2014
Disc 1
01. After the Eulogy
02. Rookie
03. Pariah Under Glass
04. When Rhetoric Dies
05. Still Waiting for the Punchline
06. The Abonimations of Those Virtuous
07. Our Time Honored Tradition of Cannibalism
08. (Compassion) As Skull Fragments on the Wall
09. My Life in the Knife Trade
10. Across Five Years
11. Twelve Step Hammer Program
12. Unspoken Request
13. The Force Majeure
Disc 2
01. Eviction Article
02. Last Year's Nest
03. Full Color Guilt
04. Bathory's Sainthood
05. Dying on Principle
06. Handful of Redemtion
07. Release the Dogs
08. Foundations to Burn
09. Management Vs. Labor
10. High Wire Escape Artist
11. White Wedding Dress
12. On in Five
Disc 3
01. Walk Astray
02. Requiem
03. Final Communiqué
04. The Misery Index
05. [10] And Counting
06. Falling Out Theme
07. Empire
08. So Long... And Thanks for the Crutches
09. With Cold Eyes
10. Deja Coup
11. Social Register Fanclub
12. Nostalgic for Guillotines
13. A Far Cry
Just enough freedom to forget you're a slave
Just enough anger to make sure we get paid
Easy does it, baby, don't lose your head

Cause we both now
That ideals
Don't sell
Come now
Pass us the saccharin
Part 1
To part 2
Who knew
You had it so easy

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it

Shake it like a rebel, just don't cross the any lines
Cause family, god, and country are back in style
Sex, drugs, and politics are fine, just remember

That we own you
We bought you
And we'll sell you
whenever we want to
We break
Your legs
And you will
Thank us for the crutches

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

We wanna fuck, but we end up kissing
Is this still rock cause the danger is missing
You gotta feed it, gotta feed your addiction
So pack a lunch for the next crucifixion
You wanna feel the applause
You wanna win at all costs
Well you better learn to play nice and eat shit like a dog

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on

Hit it, hit it, we'll go straight to the top
It's all a matter of whose cock you suck
We got the money, hey, come on, let's go
Ha, you know you want it
Hey, you know you want it, well come on