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The Best Rock Album in the World… Ever!
Disc 1
01. Fly Away
02. Push It
03. Roll With It
04. My Favourite Game
05. Higher Ground
06. Pure Morning
07. Narcotic
08. Come to Sin
09. There Goes the Neighbourhood
10. Walking on the Sun
11. Jailbird
12. Ready to Go
13. Nothing
14. Nobody’s Wife
15. Highlights
16. Hush
17. Not an Addict
18. Sick and Beautyful
19. Sonnet
20. If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
Disc 2
01. Space Lord
02. Smack My Bitch Up
03. Barrel of a Gun
04. Open Your Eyes
05. Pushed Again
06. Doubledecker
07. Wicked Game
08. Fly
09. My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend
10. After Dark
11. Star
12. Pretty When You Cry
13. My Own Summer
14. Bitter Pill
15. Jesus Says
16. 3:00 AM
17. Congo
18. Sex and Candy
19. Hedonism (Just Because You Feel Good)
20. Karma Police
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe

This is a love attack, I know, went out but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion, it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened there?

Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun

And it ain't no joke when our mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't reform, no God-like hocus-pocus

So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack put you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun