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Indie 2000, Volume 3
Disc 1
01. Josie (Everything's Gonna Be Alright)
02. Fight for Your Right (To Party)
03. It's Tricky (Jason's Slo-Pocus Radio mix)
04. Walkin' on the Sun
05. Touch, Peel & Stand
06. Breathe
07. Smack My Bitch Up (edit)
08. Brimful of Asha
09. Not the Sunscreen Song
10. One Headlight
11. Criminal (radio edit)
12. Change in Me
13. All for You
14. Bleed
15. Shake Hands With Beef
16. Wash it Away
17. 100% Jesus
18. Ready or Not (radio edit)
Disc 2
01. Just Ace
02. Mum Changed the Locks
03. Got Sold on Heaven
04. She Riff
05. Jimmy Rogers
06. Roll Credit
07. Music is Crap
08. You Sound Like Louis Burdett
09. Sirena
10. Smokin' Johnny Cash
11. Suspicion Bells
12. Letter Never Sent
13. Hi C's
14. It's Not Real
15. Red Light Disco
16. Lightning Crashes
17. Jump Around
18. You Are What You Is
19. Get Higher
20. Busy Child (radio edit)
21. I'm a Disco Dancer
So long ago I don't remember when
That's when they said I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broke heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
With the long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
I wondered why she hung around this place

Hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
Got to be something better than in the middle

Me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like independence day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I've seen the sign up ahead at the county line bridge
Sayin' all is good and nothingness is dead
We run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothing left
She hit the end, just her window ledge

Hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
Got to be something better than in the middle

But me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes

This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone
Feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dying dreams
I think her death, it must be killing me

Hey, hey, hey-ey-ey
Come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than in the middle

Me and Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight