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Babylon - The Elektra Years 1987-1992
Disc 1
01. Don't Change That Song
02. Bathroom Wall
03. No Room for Emotion
04. Cathouse
05. Babylon
06. Smash Alley
07. Shooting You Down
08. City Has No Heart
09. Ship Rolls In
10. Bottle in Front of Me
Disc 2
01. Where There's a Whip, There's a Way
02. Little Dove
03. Poison Ivy
04. House of Pain
05. Gonna Walk
06. Pulling Weeds
07. Slip of the Tongue
08. Cryin' Shame
09. Tattoo
10. Ain't No Way Around It
11. Arizona Indian Doll
12. Please Dear
Disc 3
01. Bathroom Wall (remix)
02. Poison Ivy (edit)
03. Pulling Weeds (live)
04. Slip of the Tongue (live)
05. Babylon (live)
06. House of Pain (edit)
Disc 4
01. Nonstop to Nowhere
02. The Body Thief
03. Jack the Bastard
04. Big Dictionary
05. Madam Ruby's Love Boutique
06. Only Way Out
07. Maid in Wonderland
08. Friends
09. Cat Bash
10. Loose Booty
11. Mr. Lovedog
12. Out With a Bang
13. Nonstop to Nowhere (CHR version)
14. Too Tight
15. Charge Me Up
16. You're So Vain
I'm on the lame train
I got a first class ticket
On the nonstop to nowhere
Where it takes me I don't know
I guess the tracks you lay are your own

Well, it's five o'clock in the morning
And I can't fall asleep again
Times are changing and moving fast
Way too fast for me
Seems like only yesterday
I was skipping school and stealing gasoline

I've been talking
I guess you call it talking a white lie
One minute I'm on top of the world
And the next thing you know

I'm on the lame train
I got a first class ticket
On the nonstop to nowhere
Where it takes me I don't know
I guess the tracks you lay are your own

Sometimes I just and daydream
And I just slip away from here
If only I had a crystal ball
Or could invent a time machine
I'd go into the future, take a good look around
And see what life has in store for me

I've been walking
I guess you call it walking a thin line
One minute I'm on top of the world
And the next thing you know

I'm on the lame train
I got a first class ticket
On the nonstop to nowhere
Where it takes me I don't know
I guess the tracks you lay are your own

It's like a chain gang
I know the exit but my problems
Seem to follow me wherever I go
Nonstop to nowhere

I don't believe the preachers
They're just sticking out their hands
I don't believe the government
And who is this Uncle Sam
Mr. Conductor will you help me off this train
Well, I believe I'm on the wrong one
And it's taking me down the drain