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The Best of Taste of Chaos
Disc 1
01. Sound Effects and Overdramatics
02. I've Got 10 Friends and a Crowbar That Says You Won't Do Jack
03. Our Time Is Now
04. Stare at the Sun
05. In Transit (For You)
06. War All the Time
07. The Process
08. The Truth About Heaven
09. Red Flag
10. Studying Politics
11. Just Like I Remember
12. Note to Sell
13. Give It All
14. Fell in Love With the Game
15. Should Have Stayed in the Shallows
16. Pieces
17. 300 Motion Pictures
18. Flaco 81
Disc 2
01. Burn It Down
02. Rose of Sharyn
03. Bloody Cape
04. Kill the Music
05. Enlightened by the Cold
06. Unretrofied
07. On Wings of Lead
08. Roses for the Dead
09. Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color
10. Severed Ties Yield Severed Heads
11. With an Urgency
12. Heaven
13. Accidents
14. Effigy
15. The Diamond Ring
16. Sell Me Out
17. Shark Ethic
18. The Final
Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover
Dumb and pulsing we've become
The bedroom door is an old black lung
It's arrhythmic
Uninviting and pliable
With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us
Bore into our head and found thoughtlessness
Never minded the faithless courage of shame or the bravery of oblivion,
I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back
If two-timing is what it takes, then we both know one take is all we need
We're not equipped to stay unloved
But it's all we've got and we're not at all alright
Come on baby and give me the creeps
Either you or I or both must go
Either you or I or both must go
I'm on her mind and I'm never coming back
If two timing is what it takes then we both know one take is all we need
We're not equipped to stay unloved
But it's all we've got and we're not at all alright
There's no difference between being holy and alone
That's why I'm eagerly fleeing the scene
Lead footed
Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love
If they come back they're drunk and they're lonely
We all get lonely
God forbid we indulge when at sea
Just the tempest, the temptress and me
Naturally bored thriller
Nobody knows the trouble I've been or the exacting improvement of sin
I'm handing myself over
I'm turning myself in
War has no glory like a woman ignored
So here's to the empires polluted with dead
And the truckers wives who erected them
I know the stripper's real name
Stop me if I'm wrong