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Smash Mouth - Crossing All Over! Volume 7 - Walkin’ on the Sun
Crossing All Over! Volume 7
Disc 1
01. Pushed Again
02. Open Your Eyes (X‐Tended club mix)
03. Fight for Your Right (To Party)
04. Raise Your Voice!
05. Smack My Bitch Up
06. It’s Like That
07. One Day
08. Rocky
09. Jesus Döner
10. Your Sweet Six Six Six
11. Gekreuzigt
12. Biggest & The Best
13. Billy Club
14. Irregular
15. Snake in the Grass
16. Shutter Gut
17. Kiss My Soul
18. All These Things
19. Touch, Peel & Stand
Disc 2
01. Lords of the Boards
02. Das Modell
03. Last Cup of Sorrow
04. Mouth
05. Walkin’ on the Sun
06. Spin Spin Sugar
07. I Hate You
08. Wake Up
09. Chocolate Milk
10. We Love Your Apathy
11. Moment of Weakness
12. Tourniquet
13. Lucretia (My Reflection)
14. A Certain Shade of Green
15. Microwaved
16. The Plan
17. Sick & Beautiful
18. Just Alone
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 it 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's shunned
You might as well be walking 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?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing 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's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a 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With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked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 perform 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 puts 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's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun