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The Revolution Pack
01. Rise & Shine
02. Unforgiven
03. The Law of Love
04. Frankenstein + the Bride
05. Fantasyland
06. Revenge Porn
07. Mercy
08. Hollywood Tragedy
09. Rampage of Love
10. The Last Dance
11. Incomplete and All Alone
12. Deja Vu
13. You Are the Heart
14. The Right to Love!
15. Loveotomy
16. Mother Earth
17. Love Conquers All
18. Love Is the Message
19. Frankenstein + the Bride (acoustic version)
20. Unforgiven (acoustic version)
21. The Calling
22. The Comeback
23. Anthem of the Outcast
24. Hell on Heels (Givin' in to Sin)
25. Your Sorry Life
26. Worlds Away
27. Don't Want to Be Like You
28. Anthem of the Outcast (radio edit)
29. Unforgiven (Matroda remix)
30. Clubbed to Death
31. Deep Within
32. Where's My Wonderland
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Death, death, death death.

Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound until I'm fucking dead.
Take away my last dying breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

Stop you with a whomp whomp.
Eat you like a chain chomp.
Keep it blunt.
Stab a cunt.
You're the prey, I am the hunt.
Rape your ears, fuck your brains.
Dick's gonna make it rain.
Make a living, on making love.
And I don't give a single FUCK!

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound it 'til I'm fucking dead.
The sound takes my last breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death!

B-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
M-m-music's got me clubbed to death.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Ha! Ha! Ha! I am a monster!
I'm gunna fry you like a lobster!
Shit your pants and die mother fucker!
It's a joyride bitch, and I'm the trucker!

TAKE DOWN!
The posers and the wannabes,
Feel my boot grindin' into your skull.
It's nothing now but a freak show massacre.
Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.

Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
Fame and dance and death.
You're giving up when getting down.
You just don't give a shit.
NO!