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Kerrang! The Album ’08
Disc 1
01. All Summer Long
02. Rockstar
03. Pork and Beans
04. Saturday Superhouse
05. Keep Your Hands Off My Girl
06. Propane Nightmares
07. Psychosocial
08. Sorry, You’re Not a Winner
09. Given Up
10. Empty Walls
11. Runnin’ Wild
12. Warriors of Time
13. Holy Diver
14. Black Bubblegum
15. They Say
16. Waking the Demon
17. Mr. Regulator
18. The 59 Sound
19. I Wanna Deadbeat You
20. Feathers
21. The Kill (Bury Me)
Disc 2
01. American Idiot
02. Welcome to the Black Parade
03. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race
04. Parallel Worlds
05. When I’m Gone
06. Nine in the Afternoon
07. Love Love Kiss Kiss
08. Spread Legs, Not Lies
09. Waterfront Danceclub
10. House of Cards
11. If I Were in Your Shoes
12. Red Flag
13. Everyone Needs a Nemesis
14. Wings of a Butterfly
15. Afterlife
16. Aesthetics of Hate
17. Falling Down
18. Give Me What I Want
19. Lips Like Morphine
20. Hail Destroyer
21. Orchestra of Wolves
I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth, and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king-size tub, big enough for ten plus me
(Uh, so what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club at 37,000 feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and changed my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 cars
The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny, 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair and, well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs, so I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, haha!)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and changed my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 cars
The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny, 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary, and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night, so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 cars
The girls come easy, and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny, 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary, and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar