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Tear Us Apart (40 Classic Indie Anthems)
Disc 1
01. Bohemian Like You
02. Candy
03. Monsters
04. Berlin Chair
05. Personal Jesus
06. Black Hole Sun
07. Unsent Letter
08. Black Bugs
09. Buy Me a Pony
10. Fools Gold
11. Prisoner of Society
12. Rocks
13. That Ain't Bad
14. Laid
15. Sister Havana
16. Dust Me Selecta
17. The Slab
18. (I'm) Stranded
19. Right Here, Right Now
20. Into My Arms
Disc 2
01. You're Gorgeous
02. The Honeymoon Is Over
03. Brick
04. Safe Forever
05. Seether
06. Just Ace
07. I Got a Girl
08. Is This the Part?
09. Dizzy
10. Death Defy
11. Lemonsuck
12. Ice
13. Alone With You
14. Ordinary Angels
15. Pepper
16. Scooby Snacks
17. No Rain
18. Dogs Are the Best People
19. No Aphrodisiac
20. Buck Rogers
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