Your selling sexism your selling racism your selling anything you get your fucking hands on An understanding, you got a plan in a Presentation to advertisers
On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil that's the way that I play it Street Turks multiple confusions I gnash spit I grind my teeth Got a gun
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
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk
A fire from the sky rains brimstone from above (no god no truce) A whole world implosion got too close to the sun (no god no truce) Veins of power struggle
If the police come and tromp the state And there's a strait crisis and maley And gradually arodes world technology Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
Disfigured and oblique From the appetite that i seek I'm a hungry cannibal I'm a rabid animal My remains are begin scattered I've been bludgeoned I'm
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
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
I am forever is what he said Lost in a dream he never had Doors bust open doors slam shut The key to change is time He said, my dear mother I let you
Ok check this out It aint impossible, it aint easy Opportunity shifting here So far the strategy aint working the facts are in it's so very clear I do
Set out to mislead Sets out to murder False appearance is everything to him Is he good today, or is he evil In a violent crazy spewing words of madness
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
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
I can tell you how it'll go down But only you can tell me how it'll end All systems just stop right here Why do we always pretend? So many things can
Like Chancre'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
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
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,
