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XXX: Three Decades of Roadrunner Records
Disc 1
01. Evil
02. Power Thrashing Death
03. Abigail
04. Carnivore
05. Slowly We Rot
06. Alison Hell
07. Sacrificial Suicide
08. Infecting the Crypts
09. Punishment
10. Christian Woman
11. Matando Gueros
12. Veil of Maya
13. Through and Through
14. Excess & Overdrive
Disc 2
01. Wasting Away (remastered version)
02. Imperium
03. No Fronts (Jam Master Jay's main edit)
04. Crystal Mountain
05. Roots Bloody Roots
06. Loco
07. Eye for an Eye
08. Shock
09. Spit It Out
10. New Disease
11. Pure Hatred
12. Bloodwork
13. What Comes Around
Disc 3
01. My Last Serenade
02. Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr
03. I Could Care Less
04. Nymphetamine Fix
05. Destroy Everything
06. Inflikted
07. The Dagger
08. Fear of a Blank Planet
09. On the Backs of Angels
10. Heir Apparent
11. Head Crusher
12. Witchtripper
13. Bible Black
14. L'Enfant Sauvage
Disc 4
01. Side of a Bullet
02. Anger Rising
03. 30/30-150
04. Ma Petite Mort
05. Pretty Lush
06. Girl Anachronism
07. No One Fits Me (Better Than You)
08. Dead in Hollywood
09. Bad Girlfriend
10. Lonely Train
11. Get Up!
12. Headlong Flight
13. Still Unbroken
You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks in my hips
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I'm not the carefullest of girls

You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I would act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me

It's not the way
I'm meant to be
It's just the way
The operation made me

And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism

And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There I go again
Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
'Cause they've seen it all before

They'll say just
Let her crash
And burn
She'll learn
The attention just encourages her

And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That I'm sorry that I asked
Though you did everything you could
Like any decent person would
But I might be catching, so don't touch
You'll start believing
You're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off

And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance
In the time it takes to break it
She can make up ten excuses
Please excuse her for the day
It's just the way the medication makes her

I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident

I am the girl anachronism
I am the girl anachronism
I am the girl anachronism
I am the girl anachronism
I am the girl
I am the girl
I am the girl
I am the girl anachronism