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01.Youth of America - Birdbrain

Say a prayer for the youth of America.
God bless the youth America.
I can't stand their sight anymore,
All the dead kids lying on your door,
And you don't hear a word they're tellin ya.
You're all dead. You're all dead... You've been wasted.
Don't believe a thing they're selling ya.
They got a carrot on a stick in front of ya.
Take it back from a hurting child,
You know they can't even use it now,
And it was yours in the first place anyway.
You're all dead. You're all dead... You've been wasted.
[musical interlude]
You're all dead. You're all dead... Wasted.
Say a prayer for the youth of America... (x4)

02. Whisper - Catherine

VOICE OVER: Softly whisper in your ear. (x9)
[musical interlude]
Softly whisper in your ear,
I want it all, but it's not here...
You've changed a lot in a year,
Bye, bye...
Broken pain does never mend,
Sadness is completely in...
Smiley face waves,
Bye, bye...
[musical interlude]
Softly whisper in your ear,
I want it all but it's not here...
You've changed a lot in a year,
Bye, bye...
QUIET VOICE OVER: Softly whisper in your ear. (x11)

03. Red Right Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Take a litle walk to the edge of town,
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom,
As it shifts -- and cracks.
Where secrets lie, in the border fires, in the humming wires
Hey man, you know you're never coming back.
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the -- stacks.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man,
In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

He'll wrap you in his arms,
Tell you that you've been a good -- boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams,
It took you a lifetime to destroy.
He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
But there won't be a single thing that you can do.
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a gu--ru.
They're whispering his name through this disappearing land,
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand...

You don't have no no money?,
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?,
He'll get you one.
You don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes.
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum.
His shadow is cast wherever he stands,
Stacks of green paper in his red right hand...

You'll see him in your nightmares,
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but,
He ain't what he seems.
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off.
He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a gu--ru.
You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan,
Designed and directed by his red right hand...

04. Don't Fear the Reaper - Gus

All our times -- have come,
Here but now -- they're gone.
Seasons don't fear the reaper,
Nor do the wind,
the sun or the rain
So come on baby, (don't fear the reaper)
Take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly, (don't fear the reaper)
Cause baby, I'm your man...
Baby, I'm your man...
Valentine -- is done,
Here but now -- they're gone.
Romeo and Juliet,
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
Another 40,000 everyday (we can be like they are)
So come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Cause baby, I'm your man...
Baby, I'm your man...
Romeo and Juliet,
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
So come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man...
Baby, I'm your man...

05. Artificial World - Julee Cruise with The Flow

Artificial world
Artificial soul
Artificial place
Ordinary lights
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world...
It's an ordinary time
It's no ordinary day
With your systematic time
In your agomatic way
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world...
Tell me,
How can I believe when I believe?
Can I believe when I believe?
He's a syndicated man
With a cybernetic life
With an infoponic soul
With his crucifying kind
In this artificial world,
It's an artificial world...
Tell me,
How can I believe when I believe?
Can I believe when I believe?
Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe...
Why can't I believe -- in -- you?
I'm an artificial girl
Singing overpolished songs
In my stimulated voice
Weeping artificial tears
In my artificial world,
It's an artificial world...
Tell me,
How can I survive when love's not here?
Can I survive if love's not here?

06. Better Than me - Sister Machine Gun

CHORUS
Burnin' is my condition, baby now,
Burnin' with everything that I see.
Burnin' is my solution, baby now,
I know you think that you're better than me.

[musical interlude]
(I know you think that you're better than me)
I can barely feel like anything.
I can barely see.
I can walk over broken glass,
That cuts like a razor through my fantasies.
I can be whatever I want to.
It doesn't matter to me.
I sit and stare at this gun,
Pointed at my head and think about all the possibilities.

CHORUS

I never needed to feel any self control.
I never had to believe,
In anything, but my desire to never be,
What you tell me to be.
I can die whenever I want to.
It doesn't matter to me.
Take the easy way out,
To end all of my responsibilities.

CHORUS (x2)

07. Whisper to a Scream - SoHo

VOICE OVER: Whisper... to a...
Love comes... down upon us and it floats like water,
Burning... with the hope of insight.
There the... books, the colors of a bright elation,
Stolen... in the sight of love.

CHORUS
We are, we are, we are, we're just children,
Fighting our way around indecision.
We are, we are, we are, rather helpless,
Stay kids forever,
Whisper to a scream...
Birds fly... in the eye of the faithless daughter,
Spoken... at the bitter end.
Wasted... sacrifice for new nirvana,
Nighttime... sends us on our way.

CHORUS

We are, we are, we are, we're just children,
Fighting our way around indecision.
We are, we are, we are, rather helpless,
Stay kids forever,
Whisper to a scream... [x5]
[musical interlude]

CHORUS

We are, we are, we are, we're just children,
Finding our way around indecision.
We are, we are, we are, rather helpless,
Stay kids forever,
Whisper to a scream...
(whisper to a scream...) Whisper to a scream... [x16]

08. First Cool Hive - Moby

09. Bitter Pill - The Connells

Feeling apart from yourself,
While you're feelin...
When you're alone are you sure?
Guess you don't have too much left,
Do you really...?
Pick it all up and go.
Anyway...

CHORUS
Here's something to make you feel better...
I guess you will, I can't see.
Here's something to make you feel all right...
That you'd kill, just to be.
Keeping the friends that you keep,
Do they keep you...?
>From coming to terms with yourself.
Even your shadow knows,
How they see you...
Neither of you really cares.
Anyway...

CHORUS

Here's something to make you feel better...
A bitter pill, at your feet.
Here's something to make you feel all right...
Make a wish, wait and see.
[musical interlude]

Having a ball with yourself,
You're defeated...
Will you turn back to what's left?
Right at the moment,
It's clear, you're conceided...,
Will you go back to what's there?
Anyway...

CHORUS 2
Here's something to make me feel better...
I got you, out of my mind.
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's something to make me feel all right...
Keep it simple, and kind.
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

CHORUS

Here's something to make you feel better...
I guess you will, I can't see.
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Here's something to make you feel all right...
I bet you'd kill, just to be.
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

10. School's Out - The Last Hard Man

No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks.
School's out, with fever.
Out for summer, out for fall, we might not come back at all.
School's out, completely.

CHORUS
School's out for summer!
School's out for forever!
School's out with fever!
School's been blown to pieces!

No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks.
Out for summer, out for fall, we might not come back... at all.

CHORUS

(school's out for summer) I will also snatch the flag.
If that don't suit you, that's a drag.
(school's out for forever) I got no principles, I got no class.
If you don't like it, you can ... kiss my ass.

11. Trouble in Woodsboro / Sidney's Lament - Marco Beltrami

12. Drop Dead Gorgeous - Republica