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The Party Ain’t Over ’til We Say So…
01. We Don’t Need a Cure
02. We Don’t Celebrate Sundays
03. Moonshine
04. My Good Reputation
05. Wild Boys
06. Someone Special
07. Dreamin’ in a Casket
08. Into Debauchery
09. Here Comes That Sick Bitch
10. Last Call for Alcohol
11. Beg for It
12. Liberation
13. Bastards
14. Medicate Me
15. Standin’ on the Verge
16. Still I’m Glad
17. Have You Been Around
18. Shame
19. Honey Tongue
20. Run to Your Mama
I get a little sentimental when I fall
I get a little too much
When you push me too far
Don't you be sad
But I'm the best that you've had
It hurts a little too much
And it got out of hand

I know it's so wrong
Been there before
But I always want more
Hope you can see
You don't matter to me
Go set me free

Oh no here comes
That sick bitch again
So put your guard up
Because she wants a sick man
Some day she will be your friend
The break you down again
My friend

You nail me to the wall
If I don't answer your calls
You say it ain't easy
Uneasy you are
I feel a bit sad
I know it's bad
You don't mean shit to me
That's what she said