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Toronto Rocks
Disc 1
01. Intro With Skybox Ballroom Pump
02. Don't Walk Away Eileen
03. Brother Down
04. Where Have All the Good People Gone
05. One More Song the Radio Won't Like
06. Mercury
07. 6 O'Clock News
08. Viens Donc M'Voir
09. Le Fil
10. Le Yâb de St. Nitouche
11. Temptation
12. Heaven Coming Down
13. Sister Awake
14. Paint It, Black (instrumental)
15. Trust Yourself
16. Hasn't Hit Me Yet
17. Lost Together
18. High Road Easy
19. You Don't Have to Remind Me
20. Brand New Day
21. Make You a Believer
Disc 2
01. Intro With Skybox Ballroom Pump
02. Race for the Prize
03. Do You Realize?
04. Dig Myself a Hole
05. Who's That Lady
06. Shout
07. Señorita
08. Time Won't Let Me
09. American Woman
10. No Time
11. Limelight
12. Freewill
13. Paint It, Black / The Spirit of Radio
14. Back in Black
15. Thunderstruck
16. Start Me Up
17. Ruby Tuesday
18. Miss You
19. Rock Me Baby
20. Satisfaction
21. Jumpin' Jack Flash
Sometimes we talk, we talk oh so much
Sometimes we talk, we talk so damn much
That we forget why we ever started talking
In the first, the first place

In a land of pirates, I'd be more concerned
With what comes from your mouth than what you put in
So flood your deck with quips fit for royalty
I bet your ship sinks with the wave of so many

Energy, by nature, breeds siamese perspectives
Divergent views on the surface underneath connected
And what a state we're in when we can't forgive anyone
For the same mistakes we've made ourselves a million

Times before we've begun
To place the blame on others' tongues

In a land of pirates, I'd be more concerned
With what comes from your mouth than what you put in
So flood your deck with quips fit for royalty
I bet your ship sinks with the wave of so many

We have begun to replace wisdom with vanity
And hold others accountable for the condition of our own feet

In a land of pirates, I'd be more concerned
With what comes from your mouth than what you put in
So flood your deck with quips fit for royalty
I bet your ship wrecked with the weight of so many

There's a battle in a backyard alley
Brothers fight over what's not there
These siblings will be sad to find that war is the winner
We keep fighting for position in a human race that never began
Where the start and the end are both made up of the same thin air