Text: Rancid. Life Won't Wait. Leicester Square.

I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to leicester square

A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to pay back syndication
A fist ? ? ? and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Demonstrations show
It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The clockers(? ) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: fear
To rob us for some different ? ? ? places no one near
The tension begins to grow
? ? ? so
He ? ? ? yeah

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!
Ah no!!!
Ah no no no no!!!


I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to leicester square


A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He act so (? apropos? ) ? ? ? stall
He makes his point then jumps in
Joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (? mulatto girl? )

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!
Ah no!!!
Ah no no no no

I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to leicester square

A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Yeah!!!

You see I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here