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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:45 am | |
| "Don Giovanni"
You're making enemies Like Don Giovanni You're making enemies Like Don Giovanni Don killed Anya's father in a brutal swordfight The old man regrouped and came back from the dead You're making enemies Like Don Giovanni You're making enemies Like Don Giovanni Well the old man came back from the dead and dragged Don Giovanni to hell So don't fuck with me..kid!
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 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:46 am | |
| "Rigged On A Fix"
Charles Van Doren never seemed to want it A 64,000 dollar question It was rigged on a fix end of innocence The original T.V. scandal It's true, Your through....Fuck you! A unique one, triggered implosion, outraged disgrace condemnation Nine- hundred channels, one billion scandals I've been hypnotized by all of you It's true, Your through....Fuck you! I've been hypnotized by all of you I've been hypnotized by all of you
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:46 am | |
| "Sick Sick World"
Creeps burn and run their life too calm too windy To form a wasteland Atomic blow A total nothing Totaled completely You filth's are discovered but you eyes are boiling It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! A night at the goat is the name of the band A total giant glass ought to make the plan This song's about when you go back-to-back when you let out the dogs and your mind is a stag It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid? Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! |
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:46 am | |
| "Golden Gate Fields"
This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart Let em run let em ride let em roll down the track Let em win place and show Let em one dollar exact Six furlongs four phillys Three mares three years and up Who measures up Well I wish you luck Who measures up Well I wish you luck This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart Well they rush the windows and play odds on fave (But the)My starter in 2nd deuces down a bit of give and take Race is a puzzler when they open from the outside It's a hit and run and they look back You can't count on that That's a fact The old men from El Cerrito Who talk about their picks And they talk about all the wins of the great jock leftgit Pincay This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park When the field is wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart Every time i come back to the east bay i run into "big L" My old friend Big L he's not doing so well Me and Big L grew up across the freeway from the track WE spent may days at the track I see Big L come rollin up the street On his little sister's pink ten speed He said "Tim, Tim don't you remember me?" "way back from 1973?" Every time i se him he has to remind me Like i would ever forget Big L Then he's gone Like a flash Then he's gone Like a flash yeah like a flash Ok this is rancid signing off for now until next time we'll see you guys later...
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 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:46 am | |
| "Reconciliation"
Spread out like a million locusts covering the sun Protagonists and infidels gonna speak out on the run Deep rooted back and fourth Failed from both sides Triggered a sudden Excitement into the battle night Reconciliation in what they already knew Humanities lost when the power's vested in a few Shadow of island cloud the symbol of change Nelson spent 19 years on robin island estranged I hear a voice in Cape Town, on Bohemian long St. Listen closely, yeah listen closely Reconciliation in what they already knew Humanities lost when the power's vested in a few
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Young Al Capone"
In the army of Babylon I'm a young Al Capone My self an outlaw in the eyes of the lord Good man lose and the bad men win The blind and the sick i attenuate them Barrels of concrete and melted steel Black smoke rises like a ghost in the field Hardened lungs deep breathing the air That stings the life from within me Succobus catches on and it won't let me go The leprosy sets in and you got no glue The 3rd world working on the factory floor It's so dark in there you can't see the sun no more Cold and burnt, are frostbitten hands Leave you like a flower that's been pulled from the sands Rabbid dogs chewing at my feet Trying to protect their side of the street Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) In the darkness among lonely sprites Hopeless atmosphere, steel gates spear it So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic Yea you lose it all: Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Ok Tim take this one home...
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Young Al Capone"
In the army of Babylon I'm a young Al Capone My self an outlaw in the eyes of the lord Good man lose and the bad men win The blind and the sick i attenuate them Barrels of concrete and melted steel Black smoke rises like a ghost in the field Hardened lungs deep breathing the air That stings the life from within me Succobus catches on and it won't let me go The leprosy sets in and you got no glue The 3rd world working on the factory floor It's so dark in there you can't see the sun no more Cold and burnt, are frostbitten hands Leave you like a flower that's been pulled from the sands Rabbid dogs chewing at my feet Trying to protect their side of the street Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) In the darkness among lonely sprites Hopeless atmosphere, steel gates spear it So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic Yea you lose it all: Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah) Ok Tim take this one home...
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Dead Bodies"
Disfigured and oblique From the appetite that I seek I'm a hungry cannibal I'm a rabid animal My remains are being scattered I've been bludgeoned, I'm in pain Stomach pains are coming And they strike with demon speed
[Chorus] Dead bodies everywhere Piles of blood, entrails and hair I'm bleeding from the inside From the armageddon outside
Reaccuring rotting dreams From this place the demons speak My skin exfoliates My patience terminates Unfold to unholy urges Unearthed with urgency The holocaust was nothing Compared to my lividity
[Chorus]
In this oblong box that's eating you There's nothing you can do
[Chorus]
Dead Bodies! Dead Bodies! Dead Bodies!
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Meteor Of War"
John brown set the tone he was a meteor in a guilty land Abolitionist understand freedom to the despondent man Grant said you're either one, a patriot or a traitor's son It's a Sanguinary conclusion a Sanguinary conclusion Sanguinary conclusion..yeah John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) yeah... John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) yeah... John brown set the tone he was a meteor in a guilty land Abolitionist understand freedom to the despondent man Grant said you're either one, a patriot or a traitor's son It's a Sanguinary conclusion a Sanguinary conclusion Sanguinary conclusion..yeah John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) yeah... John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) yeah... John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) yeah... |
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Black Derby Jacket"
Books on emerson books on thoreau But all I read was maps of the road And I was three thousand miles away from you All the while I was twenty-two What do you do to know who you are? The best way for me to drop out on tour You went to Upstate NxY (New York) to go to school To secure the roll with your parents I got a new perspective on you All the good and bad that we went through I know you better than you know you 'Cause I got a new perspective on you I never needed much, I never liked to loom But a gesture can get me from across the room The first night we talked until while the sun caught up Transparent people melting all around us You left in a plane, I left in a van Played nightclub house-parties and auditoriums Saw Germany England Italy with my band I know you better than your new friends I got a new perspective on you All the good and bad that we went through I know you better than you know you 'Cause I got a new perspective on you Ford Econdlane September '93 Driving 10 hours until my eyes are blurry 3 packs of Winstons and a bag of seeds Tapes of "x" and a thermos of coffee 6 weeks on and 10 days off Then I go back on the road for another show This is all that I've ever done Girl I got nothing to fall back on "But I got a new perspective on you All the good and bad that we went through I know you better than you know you 'Cause I got a new perspective on you"
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 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Axiom"
On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil that's the way that I play it Street Turks multiple contusions I gnash spit I grind my teeth Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you No security force or vigilante's overweight ego can dethrone me Ostracized if not otherwise Left to my own device you'll surly see Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Radio Havana"
El Diablo is like a soundtrack All concurrent playback '57 chevy with the radio on It's a sad song That goes on and on It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana A friend that said you gotta make a choice He's got the leather skin and the velvet voice The New York Times read that it aint over yet you can't forget, cause you'll never forget It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana Yeah i got it right...(yeah i got it right) Going down tongiht..(going down tonight) Oh where'd you go..(oh where'd you go) Going down below...(going down below) El Diablo is like a soundtrack All concurrent playback '57 chevy with the radio on It's a sad song That goes on and on Spoken in Spanish: Buenes tardes señoras y señores, bienvenidos a Radio Havana. Hoy en nuestro programa, desde Estados Unidos le damos la bienvenida a la banda de punk rock de mayor exito: Rancid (Rancid...Rancid...Rancid...Rancid..) Translation: Good Afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Radio Havana. Today in our program we welcome the most successful punkrock band from the United States, Rancid Yeah i got it right...(yeah i got it right) Going down tongiht..(going down tonight) Oh where'd you go..(oh where'd you go) Going down below...(going down below) It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana
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 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:47 am | |
| "Not To Regret"
Some people say I'm fuckin crazy But it don't phase me It's just amazing Someone shout out Hallelujah Roulette spinner blackjack winner She was a minuscule miniskirt hiked up And if you like that you walk a tight rope Blood of Jesus gonna cleans ya So lets begin to put down a wage Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret I the city of sin, in the city of sin It's a modern day Sodom and Gomorra Bus station, no hesitation For some poor bastard it's a ruin It's like a coffin, a desert Kremlin If your lucky then you'll fuckin hit it You take an avoid with the money then you split it It don't matter if you win there, just to be there rather than elsewhere Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret In the city of sin, in the city of sin Some people say I'm fuckin crazy But it don't phase me It's just amazing Someone shout out Hallelujah Roulette spinner blackjack winner Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret In the city of sin, in the city of sin
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 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:48 am | |
| "Killing Zone"
Drop bombs, You’re gonna be warned You’re gonna be scorned, You’re gonna be torn There's a storm hittin' your home, not a false alarm but a real one Can't trick it, let's wake up, can't stick it, pick it lines striking If you like it, don't fight it, just hold it, then want it
Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone
All the nights of constant run, if you're the one, well now you're bombed Sail on, Mr. Dumb One, you got a shot gun, hit the marksmen Complex thoughts here, he don’t live here, keep the war there, just to control there Without a care here, you should just see there Start a war there, cross the boarders
Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone
[x2] Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone Head straight to the killing zone, Now the war’s on Head straight to the killing zone, now the war’s on, holes in the ozone, we're all gone
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Posts: 95448 Join date: 2009-10-13 Age: 20 Location: Home... but home is nowhere
 | Subject: Re: Rancid Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:48 am | |
| "Otherside"
Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana naaaa.....
Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana naaaa.....
[Lars:] I was an atheist, You wore the crucifix, We put our differences to the side, Lesson taught, Well lesson learned, You told me not to mourn, Your heart is bigger than any man alive
[Tim:] Campbell, California, Aw, please don't let me down, Robert, I remember when you used to run the town, I'll never forget, and I'll always be your friend, I'm gonna see you on the other side. [Both:] Robert, I'll see you on the other side.
[Lars:] I'm waking up to this, The pain that you are free, I miss the days that you walked with me, Loyal brother, a loyal friend, Showed me how to be a man, I love you, Robert, and I always will.
[Tim:] Campbell, California, Aw, please don't let me down, Robert I remember when you used to run the town, I'll never forget, and I'll always be your friend, I'm gonna see you on the other side. [Both:] Robert, I'll see you on the other side.
Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana naaaa.....
Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana, Nananana naaaa.....
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