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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 deny everything.
Am I guilty of anything?
You put your foot in my mouth 'cause we don't look the same.
Guess I should be glad 'cause you look so damn lame.

I see them comin',
My back's against the wall.
I cuss and spit.
I stand tall.

I can see them bastards fade away.
They make me feel small,
Feels like I've got nothing at all.

I'm outside society.
Your laws do not apply to me.
Should I be grateful, should I kick myself in the back?
Let me break your laws with a second attack.

(solo)