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Echo of Miles: Scattered Tracks Across the Path
Disc 1
01. Sub Pop Rock City
02. Toy Box
03. Heretic
04. Fresh Deadly Roses
05. H.I.V. Baby
06. Cold Bitch
07. Show Me
08. She's a Politician
09. Birth Ritual
10. She Likes Surprises
11. Kyle Petty, Son of Richard
12. Exit Stonehenge
13. Blind Dogs
14. Bleed Together
15. Black Rain
16. Live to Rise
17. Kristi
18. Storm
Disc 2
01. Swallow My Pride
02. Smokestack Lightnin’
03. Everybody's Got Something to Hide (Except Me and My Monkey) (John Peel BBC Sessions)
04. Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)
05. Come Together
06. Stray Cat Blues
07. Into the Void (Sealth)
08. Girl U Want
09. Touch Me
10. Can You See Me? (Friday Rock Show BBC Sessions)
11. Homicidal Suicidal (Friday Rock Show BBC Sessions)
12. I Can't Give You Anything (Friday Rock Show BBC Sessions)
13. I Don't Care About You (Friday Rock Show BBC Sessions)
14. Waiting for the Sun (live)
15. Search and Destroy (live)
16. Big Bottom (live)
17. Earache My Eye (live)
Disc 3
01. Twin Tower
02. Jerry Garcia's Finger
03. Ghostmotorfinger
04. Night Surf
05. A Splice of Space Jam
06. The Telephantasm
07. Black Days III
08. Karaoke
09. Fopp (Fucked Up Heavy dub mix)
10. Big Dumb Sex (dub version)
11. Spoonman (Steve Fisk remix)
12. Rhinosaur (The Straw That Broke the Rhino’s Back remix)
13. Dusty (Moby remix)
14. The Telephantasm (Resurrection remix)
15. One Minute of Silence
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
This ain't no hanging matter
No, this ain't no capital crime

Ya I can see that you're just fifteen years old
But I don't want your I.D.
Ya I can see that you're so far from home
This ain't no hanging matter,
No it ain't no capital crime

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat
Oh yeah, you're a stray stray cat

I bet your momma never saw you fight like that
I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back

You like to get yourself those _____ from home
But I know you miss your mother
You look so scared out of my man made bed
This ain't no hanging matter

No, this ain't no capital crime

(Chorus)

I bet your momma never heard you spit like that
I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back

I see your girlfriend and she's wilder than you
Why don't you bring her upstairs
She's wild enough that she can join in too
This ain't no hanging matter
No, this ain't no capital crime

(Chorus)

I bet your momma never saw you fight like that
I bet your momma never saw you scratch my back
I bet your momma never saw you
I bet your momma never heard you spit like that

I bet your momma never told you
I bet your momma never told you
I bet your momma never told you you scratch like that
Oh yeah, Oh yeah