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Rancid Other

Another show with a fucked up promoter Kids sent in by the media controller They arrived in a '87 Ford with a gun rack case of Bud and stiletto blade

Small sacrifices or otherwise few Unity for the sake of the many forms Oh they use imagination only few can go Touch of madness only few ever know

She gonna go She gonna seek and destroy She gonna split With the whole damn scene Make a run, cause some rebellion Hustle some cash with the danger

[Originally by Ramones] Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now They've got their surfboards And they're going to the

[by Jimmy Cliff] Well, they tell me of a pie up in the sky Waiting for me when I die But between the day you're born and when you die They never

I saw - a new generationcoming Under - the smoke over Oakland In and out - the streets are breathing Under - the smoke over Oakland Chaos disorder looting

Yeah! Are you ready for this? I told you he was coming. GO! These bands call anywhere living in '66 I made so many mistakes when I look back, it makes

Chaos discontent I'm a lunatic Thirty days in the street is how I'm doing it A life of no money a quart of Cisco The horses are loose I got mine let'

: Alla al pie de la montana Donde temprano se oculta el sol Quedo mi ranchito triste y Abandonada ya mi labor. Ahi me pase las horas Ahi encontre mi