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The Awards 1993
Disc 1
01. Bohemian Rhapsody
02. Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
03. Drowning in My Own Tears
04. Rhythym of My Heart
05. Drive
06. Walking on Broken Glass
07. Feels Like Forever
08. Bad Love
09. The One
10. Rocket Man
11. End of the Road
12. Stay
13. Too Funky
14. Sleeping Satellite
15. Your Town
16. Digging in the Dirt
Disc 2
01. Sexy MF
02. People Everyday
03. Lay All Your Love on Me
04. Boss Drum
05. Blue Room
06. Please Don’t Go
07. Baker Street
08. Ain’t No Man
09. Free Your Mind
10. Friday I’m in Love
11. Weather With You
12. A Million Love Songs
13. Time to Make You Mine
14. I Wonder Why
15. Crucify
16. Deeply Dippy
17. Constant Craving
18. The Celts
Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself, every day
I crucify myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Got a kick for a dog, begging for love
I gotta have myself a ring so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter, he says "will you ever learn"
You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself, oh every day
I crucify myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Please be
Save me
I cry
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Where are those angels, when you need them?

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself, oh every day
I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, why do we
Chains
Crucify ourselves
Every day
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, chains
Oh, yeah
Yeah, chains
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Never going back again, oh
Crucify myself again, you know
Never going back again to crucify myself, every day