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National Treasures: The Complete Singles
Disc 1
01. Motown Junk
02. Stay Beautiful
03. Love’s Sweet Exile
04. You Love Us
05. Slash ’n’ Burn
06. Motorcycle Emptiness
07. Theme From M.A.S.H. (Suicide Is Painless)
08. Little Baby Nothing
09. From Despair to Where
10. La tristesse durera (Scream to a Sigh)
11. Roses in the Hospital
12. Life Becoming a Landslide
13. Faster
14. Revol
15. She Is Suffering
16. A Design for Life
17. Everything Must Go
18. Kevin Carter
19. Australia
Disc 2
01. If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
02. The Everlasting
03. You Stole the Sun From My Heart
04. Tsunami
05. The Masses Against the Classes
06. So Why So Sad
07. Found That Soul
08. Ocean Spray
09. Let Robeson Sing
10. There by the Grace of God
11. The Love of Richard Nixon
12. Empty Souls
13. Your Love Alone Is Not Enough
14. Autumnsong
15. Indian Summer
16. (It’s Not War) Just the End of Love
17. Some Kind of Nothingness
18. Postcards From a Young Man
19. This Is the Day
No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys

My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh, the roads are scary
Hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession

Used, used, used by men
Used, used, used by men

All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower

No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
If I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life, just an old man's memory

Little baby, nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility

Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould

Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture alienation, boredom and despair

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould

Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture alienation, boredom and despair