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Ok check this out
It ain't impossible, it ain't easy Opportunity shifting here So far the strategy ain't working the facts are in it's so very clear I do what I want I can't predict the future And those who can I know that they are lying I know the truth can be hard to swallow A soap opera world leaders are crying Correction I need no direction Oh let me go just one last time I spend my whole life searching for direction Oh let me go just one last time You can burn a book if you don't like the answers Or join forces with an AXL grind USA protecting your cancers A list if hatred is easy to find Well there's a growing sentiment in America If you listen closely you can hear them all Right is right wrong is wrong and evil Consider it bad behavior Correction I need no direction Oh let me go just one last time I spend my whole life searching for direction Oh let me go just one last time Bad generation polarize view No one leaves home to go and help you Watch CNN and then you know US bombs come down, what you gonna do Boom boom boom look around There's no more roof no more house, no street, no town, shot down Burnt black and brown electrical meltdown You'll hear the sound of the U.S. bomb all around Ah it's a shake down It's a break down Atomic shutdown And then you know! Correction I need no direction Oh let me go just one last time I spend my whole life searching for direction Oh let me go just one last time Correction I need no direction Oh let me go just one last time I spend my whole life searching for direction Oh let me go just one last time One last time |
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I am forever is what he said
Lost in a dream he never had Doors burst open, doors slam shut The key to change is time He said my dear mother, I let you down No one wants to be a burden on a loved one Doors burst open, doors slam shut The key to change is time Riding the freight train All the while you're building the f**kin' tracks |
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Like Chaucer's
Canterbury Tales When three men find a pot of gold And end up killing one another in the name of greed Some people are poison Under my skin like opium I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Well, they're poison Yeah, they're poison Admissions of liabilities I'm livin' in my own private cold war In a room full of spies And I can't find the door Some people are poison Under my skin like opium I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Well, they're poison Yeah, they're poison The violent aspects of the tattered man Let me respond to that if I can Illuminated manuscripts written by hand Accusations have been made from the very beginning Some people are poison Under my skin like opium I'll stare in their eye to annoy them Well, they're poison Yeah, they're poison Yeah, their f**kin'... POISON |
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| 1:42 |
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Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Conflict in Somalia never came to an end Strife in Sudan on going contention Battle in Sierra Leon Hostilities in the Congo Who threw the coup explosion's at zero Explosion's at zero Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Conflict in Somalia never came to an end Strife in Sudan on going contention Battle in Sierra Leon Hostilities in the Congo Who threw the coup explosion's at zero Explosion's at zero Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below Blackhawk...blackhawk...blackhawk down...... |
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For weeks your falling, that's my darling
Hear them calling drawing you back Sawing you in two, using me, using you What can you do? Watch out Mack, here's a rat Falling off the track, fade out black Black in feedback, hit the flashback Don't you know we hate that? Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit Your a rattlesnake Your a rattlesnake Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it You can't bare it when we blare it I hate your band, you understand? You got no passion, it's all fashion Well you come you can, come come true Calm down, flames red or blue You don't know, you got no clue I see through Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit I fuckin hate you Your a rattlesnake You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you You said you know us, we don't know you You Jump on the next bandwagon What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin But you ain't shit, you get frustrated We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan Cause we hate you Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit I fuckin hate you Your a rattlesnake Your a rattlesnake And your full of shit and I hate you Your a rattlesnake |
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| 2:17 |
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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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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 se챰oras y se챰ores, 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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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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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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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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Chorus]</i> In this oblong box that's eating you There's nothing you can do <i>[Chorus]</i> Dead Bodies! Dead Bodies! Dead Bodies! |
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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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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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