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Papa Roach - Indie, Volume 8 - Last Resort
Indie, Volume 8
Disc 1
01. Clint Eastwood (album version)
02. It Don’t Matter
03. Three Dimensions (single edit)
04. The Drugs Don’t Work
05. Amazing
06. Drive
07. Little L (single edit)
08. Weapon of Choice
09. Rock the Nation
10. Special K
11. Pace It
12. Get Off
13. Rose Rouge, Part 1
14. Rome Wasn’t Build in a Day
15. No Man’s Woman
16. AM Radio
17. Godless
18. Everything in Its Right Place
19. I Don’t Care What Your Friends Say
20. Much Against Everyone’s Advice
Disc 2
01. The Heretic Anthem
02. Dig
03. Last Resort
04. Stash Up
05. Little Things
06. Lonesome
07. No Cigar
08. Roll On
09. Feed It
10. 40 Boys in 40 Nights
11. All My Best Friends Are Metalheads
12. I Hear You Calling
13. Bartender
14. Charlotte
15. Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies)
16. Rumba
17. I’m With Stupid
18. Turn Me on “Mr. Deadman” (explicit version)
19. Again & Again
20. Pain
21. Smash It Up
22. Die All Right
23. Don’t Call Me Baby
Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight?
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine

I never realized I was spread too thin
'Til it was too late, and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin?
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight?
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying

I can't go on living this way

Can't go on
Living this way
Nothing's alright