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Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 4
Disc 1
01. Buy Me a Pony
02. Stinkfist
03. Underground
04. Pepper
05. Glycerine
06. Breathe
07. Ballad of the Skeletons
08. El Scorcho
09. You’re Gorgeous
10. Down
11. Born Slippy
12. Scooby Snacks
13. Spaceman
14. D.A.F
15. I Sucked a Lot of Cock to Get Where I Am
16. Santa Monica
17. Just a Girl
Disc 2
01. The Distance
02. Devils Haircut
03. Mah Na Mah Na
04. Virtual Insanity
05. Novocaine for the Soul
06. Milk
07. Whoever You Are
08. Coppertone
09. Hyperballad
10. If I Could Talk I’d Tell You
11. So Rude
12. I’ll Be Your Majik
13. Wombo Lombo
14. I Make Hamburgers
15. Ella’s Uncle
16. Professional Widow
Marky got with Sharon, Sharon got Sherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar, and Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas

Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas, he was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes

Another Mikey took a knife while arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death, he caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas

Paulie caught a bullet, but it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot, and got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin', they were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes