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De Afrekening 2000: The Lost Tracks
Disc 1
01. Karma Police
02. Army of Me
03. Only Happy When It Rains
04. Ain’t Talkin’ ’bout Dub
05. The Distance
06. Cannonball
07. Buddy Holly
08. Mother Mother
09. Mrs. Robinson
10. Wonderwall
11. Tattva
12. Glory Box
13. Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
14. Remedy
15. Nigger
16. Drinking in L.A.
17. Pets
18. Walkin’ on the Sun
19. Every Day Should Be a Holiday
Disc 2
01. All I Wanna Do
02. Theme From Turnpike
03. Down by the Water
04. Susan’s House
05. A Long December
06. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
07. Brazen (Weep)
08. Caramel
09. Unbelievable
10. Nothingness
11. Animal Nitrate
12. Connected
13. Renegade Soundwave
14. Inside
15. I Touch Myself
16. Top of the Pops
17. Here Comes Your Man
18. On a Rope
19. Peaches
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun