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"Adina"

i want to go where the action is
i want to fly through the urban blight
i want to live like a shadow in the dark
and only move at night

a story bought a one story house that
let's the winter bleed
21 years old and no money to read

how did she know the roof would cave in
over and over again
beat up bruised a record that's broken
adina's crying again

beat up chevy with a trailer in town
is what they call home now
one more hill or river to cross on
on the way to another town
crying in her beer and always running away
may be not so much running but hopin'
for better days

how did she know the roof would cave in
over and over again
beat up bruised a record that's broken
adina's crying again

[repeat 4x]
Hey Hey

she's crying again

"Junkie Man"

The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
only the soul that has never been kissed
let us adore our beautiful son
he's ridin' on the river of Babylon

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
when you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'

no one answers no one takes that call from you
junkyman tell me what your story is...

water I desire
some parents house is on fire
slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
the neighborhood will watch without a sound

will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
but he's not and they know that and they can't get him cause he's not crazy
beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity

my hand went blind
you were in the veins clairvoyant
my hand went blind
i make love to my trance sister my trance sister
went on and my trance parents see from the balcony
I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their paws trampling in the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and there is a likeness
internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
you're brought up and caught up in a system that is goin'

"Lock, Step & Gone"

The ending isn't here (there's somethin' wrong)
but it's comin'real soon (i lock step I'm gone)
i said the feeling isn't fear (there's something wrong)
it's just telling you to move (i lock step I'm gone)

there's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come

all the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
and there's no ships comin' in (i lock step I'm gone)
where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
there's a whole lot of nothin' (lock step i'm gone)

the stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
everything was clear for that moment in time
if I don't come back well throw me a line

well the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
and there's no ships comin' in (i lock step i'm gone)
where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
there's a whole lot of nothin'.......

"Olympia WA."

Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
he knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
there was something burnin' deep inside of me

ran into three Puerto Ricans
these girls took us to the funhouse
where we played a lonely pinball machine

hangin' on the corner of 52nd. and Broadway
cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way

New York City well I wish I was on a highway
back to Olympia...

I'm having a hard time understanding
it gets all too demanding
she's all gone and I'm stranded
something burning deep inside of me

all I know it's 4'o'clock and
she ain't never showed up
and I watched a thousand people go home from work

how many times will it take me
before I go crazy
before I lose everything
something burning deep inside of
me ran into three Puerto Ricans
those girls took us to the funhouse
I don't wanna be alone again.

"Time Bomb"

If you wanna make the move
Then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason
That wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life is knowing when you're through

[Chorus]
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
[x2]

Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives
Like a cat 15 years old take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it
In this world alone

[Chorus]

Now he's gotten out he's gotten free he's gotta go gotta car
21 years old he's runnin' numbers from the bar
His pager's beepin' he's got in deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'

[Chorus]
The boy’s a time bomb

Tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below
His eye his mother cries she knows that he is strong enough
To die he's rollin' in the Cadillac it's midnight sunroof is down
Three shots rung out, the hero's dead, the new king is crowned.

[Chorus x2]
Ohh, time bomb

"Roots Radicals"

Took the 60 bus
out of downtown Cambell.
Ben Zanotto, he was on there he was waitin' for me
all the punk rockers
and the moon stompers
are out on the corners where
they sparing for change

I started thinkin'.
you know I started drinkin'.
you know I don't remember too much of that day.
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when your only 15?

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleeds in me and it goes...

Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo

The radio was playin' Desmond Dekker was singin'
on the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin',
and we all come from unloving homes.
(I said) "Why even bother" and I pick up the bottle
Mr. bus driver please let these people on
rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
my blurry vision saw nothin' wrong.

[repeat]

"The 11th. Hour"

Hey little sister do you know what time it was
when you finally seen all your broken dreams
come crashing down your door
they demand an answer and they demand it quick
or the questions fade and the wasted days
come crawling back for more

do you know where the power lies? and who pulls the strings
do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you

the face of isolation
well that's one you recognize
well you can't get straight
it's a lonely place and
it's one you do despise

boredom is for sale now
and helplessness you feel
it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
blood splattered on a reel to reel

I was almost over my world was almost gone
in a sudden rush I could almost touch the
things that I'd done wrong
my jungle's made of concrete
through silence I could feel
my aim is true I will walk on through
these mountains made of steel.

"Maxwell Murder"

Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
he just wants you to visit him there
same old game that he's playin'
his rules are never fair

nobody want to look back everybody wanna get high tonight
before they run outta time where's the felon the chargible
felon the name of the crook who committed the crime

dial 999 if you really want the truth
dial 999 if you can't see it through
he ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
calling maxwell murder for you

maxwell got a hand in his plan
he knows who you are in this plan
chop the rock before you bought it
sick maxwell knows you got it

nobody want to look back everybody wanna get high tonight
before they run outta time where's the felon the chargible
felon the name of the crook who committed the crime

dial 999 if you really want the truth
dial 999 if you can't see it through
he ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
calling maxwell murder for you
[x2]

"Cocktails"

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked
Smoked the last dollar to her name
Are you buying?
Are you selling girl?
Talking square never change
And if I really wanna know
What it means for her to be free
Oh she's mixing cocktails
In a squat down Avenue C
(Lord have mercy!)

The parasitic clean on the most list easy
Ah, don't give her a fight
The ditch is shallow so I know
There won't be no fucking rainbow inside
And they deny allegations so strenuously
Oh man, don't get outta control
She was left wrestling in her silent anger
So hell I can't be there for her

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

I know she's jackin, homegirls mackin'
Tried to make sure, am I in love?
So she fixes them, oh to confuse them
Oh I know that, girl that's what you do
She made relationships and then runs the other way
Unstoppable for you and me
She won't relinquish herself to you, and I sense an emergency

She can cry, she can hide in the lower east side
There's a road in the fast lane cursed
Above all the infamous, wicked circus of the fools
And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top
Oh they don't break, no they don't fake
They make her wake
They don't stop

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

Yeah

I just wanna know who's talkin' to me
I just wanna know
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

"Cash, Culture And Violence"

Yeah!

She says his power is what's happening
Well I'll be sure to be respecting nothing's stopping him
And to move up for him about crushing them
And I'll kick you plain and simple it's a sin man

Leave it to the coroner to detect this
And I'm sure the U.S.A. to wreck this
He drives a tricked out tricked out tricked out Lexus
And he looks at the city says I can take this

It's high into a corner where the one leads
Well it's so fucking high that your nose bleeds
They watch you break the nose out of respect
You broke the nose that is correct

The gates of hell are they closing in
The victim's family going condemn him
He said, "Ah don't trust them"
Yeah he'll show them

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Poisoned like a rat who drank some strychnine gin
How many men can say they been allow this to happen
Bureaucratic military federation
Living dead will need to rise again

The delicate skipped it heard the rumble
And the legions that are timid lord they crumble
And consequently nothing but a concrete jungle
And lord I wonder

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
Psychosomatic, come straight down,
You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown

Yeah!!!

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

(Cash!!!... Culture!!! Violence!!!)

"Who Would've Thought"

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

Silhouetted palm trees backing it up against the sky
Echo Park sunset, an ambulance drives by
But someone went down
And I wonder who
Faces flash forward, it could be anybody I knew

So I drank like a fish and I crawled like a rat
Through the city of shit I ended up on my back
But I can't believe you're with me after dark
So let it come together in Echo Park

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

A red flag and your body wins
Or a snake bite, gotta start again
So I'm fucked up and watching TV all day
I don't wanna see what Ricki Lake gotta say

And it hits me when I'm alone, I'm an angry man
I start singing to myself I got dealt a shitty hand
With all these feelings my heart could explode
So is it not fear, knowing it all

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
It was and you are, light in darkness come through

Nah nah nah nah nah

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, light in darkness come through

"Backslide"

Los Angeles take your dreams away
Burnin' on the ground
At the end of the day it's your life, your loss
And you can't turn the clock around

I said: Oh my god, you can have her for that,
but you better not miss a shot
You're letting yourself get into all kinds of danger
Soon enough you're gonna get caught

They had a feeling.
It was like you had to prove you're one in a million
And on top of that junk he's been dealing
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
It ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they want

And I say
Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

John couldn't flag his homeboy down so he waited for a ride
Then waited to confide in Hollywood's concert backslide
With affordable lives and a sunroof, nestled among the filth
Infrequencies and bad intentions, gotta take it for what it's worth

They had a feeling.
It was like you had to prove you're one in a million
And on top of that junk he's been dealing
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
It ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they want

And I say
Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

Have you ever been haunted by your past
And it will never let you go
Well never never let you go
No! I said
Well never never let you go

And I say
Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

"Leicester Square"

I got some hard times, two punks upon a 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 payback syndication
Of fisticuffs, retired (?) 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 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 cocaines out, then is world goes (?) down, the prime objective: Fear
To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near
The tension begins to grow
His instincts tell him 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 upon a 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 bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang comes in cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He act so (....?)
(...) in and stalls
He makes his point then (???s) a joint in the backseat with a model, oh 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 upon a 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

"Crane Fist"

And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision, a descention into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - All their lives led in evil

Humility will hold you and never let you go
To all my friends well, much gratitude
And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you
And everyone stands in confusion

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - All their lives led in evil

(To do the job, you've got to prepare yourself to die.. die... die...)

Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker
Cool to the breath, G, quicker than liquor
Quicker than any motherfucker that I know
Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he will go
Rancid blank, I'm a blast it
Blasted lyrics everlasted
With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun
Shoot 'em up free and smack down

(Go... go ... go)

Reconcile with the culturalist
Proclamation to the nihilist
Down to the propagandist
Take me off of that fucking list

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of dissension into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - All their lives led in evil

(Go... go... go...)

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal - All their lives led in evil

"Hooligans"

(Rancid?... Jah love...)

Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll!
It's about fightin' toe to toe...
Hard times come,
Yeah the hard times go.
When I say, come one, come all.

Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face

One man's decision brings another's opposition completely unbound.
Down on the flats where the seaside meets my lonely youngtown
Well all the rudies and skins well they're out on the streets making the way on the dole,
between the bottles and sex they smash and they wreck for something to live

Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.
Sometimes you know there's no place to go,
But to a long life of crime.

Yeah but it's so wrong to steal,
Someone's very last meal to profit up a dime.
Your poe poes and greys well they end up in jail gonna swing the cowboys
Well you took a bite outta the apple of decision that got ya there boy.

Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face

Hooligans and rude boys, I don't want no racial hatred

"Black and white, who are portrayed without bias
These are the people whose voice I want to be..."

I said the hooligans!
Rancid
rude boys!
Rancid
Hooligans!
Rancid
rude boys!
Rancid

Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and rude boys know one thing for sure,
Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh...

"Warsaw"

(That is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream)

True to Warsaw, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated with riot sheilds in fear of a baseball bat
Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in warsaw, with our baseball bat

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

December 13, 1981, who remembers a loaded gun?
Who remembers the first morning of martial law?
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, you know where
Yeah man, our economic hardships in Warsaw

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death!

"New Dress"

Ah no!
No no!
Go!!!

With a gleaming success
With a different try
Religious indifference
Mixed between the lies/lines

Territorial company they legitimize
Persecution to form enterprise
The UN is called
To buffer it all

The problem is spreading international
Like Ireland's Belfast it's coming to be
A brand new key

Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Well entertain the idea of a peaceful end
? takes all ? (? some things slow down to the used-to-been ?)
Of a world which is seen the citizens die
While the innocent children play near fire now

When I'm not getting through, and see evidence
Another truth, we're bombing us
The time for civil war is the sooner I live
The chivalrous ones are never represented

Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Allocating people for ?
The methods of the summons are dastardly
Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering
But the apendage of guilt is lingering

Shadows of soldier lay nearby
The dead ones finally reach a compromise
Destruction of war lies in Bosnia
The destruction of war lies in Bosnia

"Life Won't Wait"

[Lars]
Teach the children and disciples to wage a brand of war
Religious and prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail
The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake
The pagans own the rituals and the quiet world begins to say

[Chorus:]
The vision is a new world order
The vision is a new world order
The vision is a new world order
Come along and tell your sister and your brother

[Tim]
The force of war, dynamite blast, writhes on the weak and the poor
Don't wanna see my brother in pain
When the little man fighting all big men's wars
Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue
Little men bring the big man too
Too many win, nobody lose, it all comes down to what will they choose

[Chorus]

[Lars]
The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep
The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek
Was it the mob tellin' the CIA to put us all in this state of fear
How many of us wish we were at Jeff Kennedy's hearing say

[Chorus]

[Buju]
See them try to rule the world
We don't know why
Why they want to rule the world
Cuya!
Only white men and black men's..? the white power ?
The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about
Buying the world is only so much money
Here they come to bring him down to his knees
World wide hunger ? one fear
Well gangster treaties who keep us in fear
How much more can our people bear?
Need no more division
Need no more pride and I
I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine
We the people speaking our mind
And once more, would you say it for me now?

[Tim]
Dynamite blast of the force of war
Government rides on the weak and poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain no more
When the little man fights all the big men's war

[Buju]
? victimize
Mental slavery with the clever disguise
Our prides on our people must rise
Decide your fate but
Life won't wait
Life won't wait
Oh, life won't wait

[Chorus x2]

"Black Lung"

Sign a petition under working condition
Union is in bed with the coal operators (call of berettas)
Carry are freedom looking for something
To get you family better life for every single day

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle
Calls out your name?

What a man likes to see
When they come after mine
No prejudice for the mighty black lung
Rank and file workers, rank and file minds
Take off the gloves and sock it to 'em

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle
Calls out your name?

Hey young believer/unbeliever (Hey)
Black lung fever (Hey)
Transmit receiver (Hey)
Stand up deceiver (Hey)
Well I don't like it either (Hey)
We're all presidents for the (Hey)
Black lung fever (Hey)

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle
Calls out your name?

"Hoover Street"

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically and then he spread around

On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little, the kid cashed/cast the woes
Of a ? girl she kind of made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man
And the cocaine moves too fast through their system
Like a river forever winding
To the last party of the under/loner class

? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale
You either get out and die or go to jail
And your best intentions splinter and frail/fail
And a few weeks of promises and attempts fail

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

They kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple (sip of?) things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it falls on me
Self-annihilation, catastrophe

Two packs of cigarettes
For two dollars and seventy cents and a
Bottle of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me
He said, "It's who I am baby, back to it."
Off the deep end the record changed

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down with something that happened
Began... to happen
It's an old school dorm mystery
And the handcuffs bleed...

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

Who was the killer?... it's in the...

"Bloodclot"

Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho

Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane)
Yea I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?)
Now if you listen to the record (Do you feel the same?)
Well it don't get any better (Going backwards again)

Whoa swing your fists, whack stitches in the face
Fuck ups on me I feel sorry I work here
Never been like them with this society
Life protects me feeling the finality

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazin'
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho, Hey Ho

Well I'm a bad motherfucker (Driving me insane)
So don't you even bother (Who am I to blame?)
Cause when I listen to the record (Do you feel the same?)
And it don't get any better (Going backwards again)

I read your words, I read your banner of hope
Well I kick my way in it seems to piss you all off
Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading
I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping/unscathed

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazin'
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho, Hey Go

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Bloodclot
Oh yeah
Well I can see 360
I can see all around me
Ah yeah
Nah na na nah nah
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Nah na na nah nah
Well I can see 360
Hey Ho, Hey Ho!

"Intro"

The phenomena you are about to witness
could well revolutionize your way of thinking
We are presenting startling facts and evidence
that take up where explanations leave off

Some of these revelations will very well go against things you have been taught
And perhaps believed all your life
Prepare yourself for the evidence which will follow...

"Coppers"

Yeah Rancid and Buju drop, imagine that
All punk rock masters move inside, all trick masters move inside.
Come out to Brooklyn Town in Coyote Studios..

[repeat 2x]
London you're gonna find them, New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is youth fighting, all I see is youth fighting

Well, in sympathy, there's some integrity, but in
Humility I've come to find a whole lot more
I'm not one to judge, nor I carry a grudge, but I
Refuse to budge my determinating vow

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fightin)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fightin)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now, Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London, Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon all be over and done
Refuse a life controlled by Satan, fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism; we gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy, got to make a decision..
Got to learn to say no, no, no...
I burn from inside all the walls, a dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when you're misunderstood
When you're rotting in jail, wish you would be
Out on the street like Robin Hood
All those who fall, those who try
Let them go, oh victimize
You see you ain't gonna take their power, demise
Not in your lifetime see more hypnotized, come again

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fightin)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fightin)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all are fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now, Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London, Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon all be over and done
Refuse a life controlled by Satan, fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism; we gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy, got to make a decision..
Got to learn to say no, no, no...
I burn from inside all the walls, a dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Heat... heat... heat...heat...

[repeat 4x.]
London you're gonna find them (London Town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA, see)
All I see is youth fighting (all the youth a fight)
All I see is youth fighting (all the youth a fight)

London you're gonna find them (London Town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (all the youth a fightin)

London you're gonna find them (London Town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (all the youth a fightin)
All I see is youth fighting (all the youth a fightin)

All I see is youth fighting
All I see is youth fighting
All I see is youth fighting...

"Corazon De Oro"

It's over before it starts, oh don't you know
So on your marks, stand by; Ready, go
From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo
I see visions of her everywhere I go
What have I become?
Now that I'm all alone

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold

She overturns once again with her, oh with her champagne taste she goes
Straight down the rathole with her total recklessness
Tomorrow will come on through, and I got nothing but a bad intention (?)
Nothing but a sillouette girl - Met her in darkness

I say.. What have I become?
Now that I'm all alone

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold
I said I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold

Yeah I'm in the corner I start over - I start the whole thing clean, yeah
All the pain and heartache in all my years, I was always to blame
And I dream of this girl - yeah an angelical ghost
I met dancing through neighborhood
I'm a down member in a front line - Don't let me be misunderstood
Oh, I'm a downtown member in a front line - Don't let me be misunderstood

(Heart of gold!)

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold
I said I'm just looking for a girl, the girl with a heart of gold

"Something In The World Today"

Yeaaaaaaaah !!!

There's something in the street tonight
I Don't know what it is, but it won't keep quiet
Breaking through your masses on your radio brodcaster

There's something in the air tonight
And it's turning in to a full fledged riot
Singin' for the last dance, someone tryin' to find the truth

Yeah!!!

Ohh Nine Lives - I'm gonna come right back for you
Ohh Nine Lives - I'm gonna come right back for you

There's something in the world today
Don't know what it is but it sure smells rotten
Babylon's burning and the fire seems waterproof

There's someone in your home tonight
You think you know who they are, but something ain't so right
I look a different way and boy they don't feel the same about me

Yeaaah!!!

Ohh Nine Lives - I'm gonna come right back for you
Ohh Nine Lives - I'm gonna come right back for you

And I run and I run, and I ride and I ride
And I live and I live, and I die and I die
And I know.. it was all for you and me [x4]

"Turntable"

Yeah!!!

He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it
In another white hidden realm (?)
Everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial. It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together; I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions of sight
Well within an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well it gets so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walk through
I walk through the vicious ones
and I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across distrust
Passive resistance, Your assistance:
You're the one smoking dust!

It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
And what once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable