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Smash Mouth - Kerrang! The Album, Volume 3 - Walkin' on the Sun
Kerrang! The Album, Volume 3
Disc 1
01. Movies
02. Hate to Say I Told You So
03. First Date
04. Motivation
05. Just a Day
06. The Middle
07. Nice to Know You
08. Used for Glue
09. Private Eye
10. Island in the Sun
11. Shining Light
12. Another Perfect Day
13. Walkin' on the Sun
14. Vegas Two Times
15. Hyper Music
16. Crawling in the Dark
17. Contrasts
18. Chronic Youth
19. What I Always Wanted
20. Don't Wake Me
Disc 2
01. How You Remind Me
02. Nothing
03. Woke Up Now?
04. Left Behind
05. No Stress
06. Party Hard
07. Dead Girl Superstar
08. On a Night Like This
09. Wrong Day
10. Glow
11. Numbered Days
12. Links 2-3-4
13. Crashing Around You
14. Nightmare
15. Dead Inside
16. Sucker
17. God Save Us
18. Fire Water Burn
19. (You Drive Me) Crazy
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun