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Killer Buzz
Disc 1
01. Interstate Love Song
02. Santa Monica
03. Comedown
04. Violet
05. Wrong Way
06. Round Here
07. I Alone
08. Sex and Candy
09. Hey Man Nice Shot
10. Salvation
11. Bound for the Floor
12. Follow You Down
13. Possum Kingdom
14. Thunder Kiss '65
15. In the Meantime
16. Jane Says
Disc 2
01. Live Forever
02. Song 2
03. Down
04. Tomorrow
05. The Distance
06. Clumsy
07. Fall Down
08. Shimmer
09. Peaches
10. Not an Addict
11. Misery
12. Two Princes
13. Pepper
14. You
15. Molly (16 Candles)
16. Feed the Tree
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