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Music on the Brain, Volume 3
Disc 1
01. Victim
02. Requiem
03. Nightmare
04. Loud and Clear
05. Decent, Rebellion, and All Around Hellraising
06. The Seduction
07. The Words ‘Best Friend’ Become Redefined
08. In Loving Memory Of
09. Studying Politics
10. Bloodsucker, Part II
11. It’s All the Rage
12. Depravity Waltz
13. The Fight
Disc 2
01. Tough as John Jacobs
02. Elevators Are Matchmakers
03. Station 5: The Pearl
04. The Year Summer Ended in June
05. You’ve Made Us Conscious
06. The Fall of Ambrose Bierce
07. My Darkest Hour
08. Lord Gold Throneroom
09. Con Artist
10. Poison
11. New Disaster
12. The Blue Roses
13. Jealousy
"They can't be back," he said
A chilling wind from the living room
"Oh how can this be?
I thought I buried them in electricity"
And then the radio turned on without a trace
A haunting memory upon the man's face
As he said, "They're coming back, they're coming back"

Cold haunting memories

Back, back, back, back through the radio
Now who is listening tonight?
(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
Man's last words, man's last words are perfect.
When nothing is said at all

Scared speechless
The man's head in his hands, his shaky hands,
But let truth be known he wasn't always afraid
Oh no, no, that coward used to talk, talk, talk, talk,
Sync his lips to the sound of empty promises
"Oh, they're coming back, they're coming back"

Cold haunting memories

Back, back, back, back through the radio
Now who is listening tonight?
(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
Man's last words, man's last words are perfect
When nothing is said at all

Back, back, back
Back, back, back
Back, back, back

"They can't, they can't, they can't be back," he said
A chilling wind from the living room
"Oh how can this be?
I thought I buried them in electricity"
Oh that coward used to talk, talk, talk, sync his lips
Now there is no way he's going to live through this
"They have come back, they have come back!"

Back, back, back, back through the radio
Now who is listening tonight?
(Tonight, tonight, tonight)
Man's last words, man's last words are perfect
When nothing is said at all

The have come back

Now who's listening?