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Rancid
Rancid


Background information
Origin Berkeley, California, United States
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Hardcore Punk
Ska punk
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Hellcat Records
Epitaph Records
Lookout! Records
Associated acts Transplants
Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards
Green Day
The Used
Downfall
Devil's Brigade
Dance Hall Crashers
Basic Radio
Operation Ivy
UK Subs
Shaken 69
The Silencers
Nocturnal
Website Website
Members
Branden Steineckert
Tim Armstrong
Lars Frederiksen
Matt Freeman
Former members
Brett Reed



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Rancid Album


Let's Go (1994)
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Come into the union district
Drive down on sharmon palms
White ghettos paint a picture
Broken homes and broken bones
I was so full of scotch I could not stand up
I was hittin the shots and I moved to a cup
Release me from moral assumption
Total rejection total destruction
Nihilistic feelings are moving if I try real hard
I'll see right through them

Nihilism!

Walkin a path of self destruction
Not affected by the repercussions
Lady on the billboard offer me a drink
Said not right now I need time to think
Nihilistic feelins are movin
If you try real hard
You'll see right through them

I was so full of scotch I could not stand up
I was hittin the shots and I moved to a cup
White ghettos paint a picture

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Never fell in love
Until I fell in love with you
Never know what a good time was until I had a good time with you
If you wanna get the feeling and you wanna get it right
Then the music gotta be loud
For when the music hit I feel no pain at all

Warm summer night I was drinking with my dad
He tried to give me the love that I never had
But he gave more love to his bottle of wine
So I had to go out and find love of another kind

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fuckin' loud

Radio, Radio, Radio...

When I got the music
I got a place to go

Radio clash
Magnificent 7
I was a choir boy
You showed me no heaven
Two tools surley lost
No remorse ignoring the cost

Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fuckin' loud

Radio, Radio, Radio...

When I got the music

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I had I dream I was a vigilante sidekick
My name is Tim I'm a lesser known character
I had a dream I was a vigilante sidekick
Fighting crime in the streets together

Down in Oakland
Off of west grand,
St Joseph relief
A program

A good place were good people get food,
Help your fellow man is a good thing to do
Government agency said
Be afraid of me,
I shut your doors down it won't phase me
Wolverine came through left
The agent for dead, opened up the doors
Back up everyone was fed

Do not bill the abandoned buildings,
It's nice to sleep when you've got a ceiling.
Neighborhood watch said we gotta put a stop,
Can't have people livin' for free call the cops.

Here comes the SWAT team, and the M-16,
Shoot the walls in, destroy the building.
Wolverine was sad and it made him mad,

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Come on baby won't you show me what you got
I want your salvation

There's a neighborhood called blackhawk
where all the rich people hide
I was down on my luck working for the salvation army
The shelter is where I reside
Everyday we drive into blackhawk
And we pick up the offerings
Microwave, refrigerator for the suffering

Come on baby won't you show me what you got
I want your salvation

I can't believe these people live like kings
Hidden estates and diamond rings
I'm a rat out on a mission
I'm in your front yard under suspicion

Come on baby won't you show me what you got

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Realize you're dehumanized
You critisize your existance
It's your demise when no sun arise
When you're paralized by your lack of resistance

She know she is
She knows she's going
Down below where the fire's glowing
Tenderloin

The tricks she gets them she's not a victim
She makes a list of them and reads them all alone
For money she's walking down on larkin'

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Jimmy said he could handle this
Ohhhh, he's from Los Angeles ohh!

Jimmy said he could handle this
Born and raised in West Los Angeles
Dad's a lawyer, Mummy's sleep,
runs down the family can't ya see,
One thing seems very clear
Daddy's got no connection here,
Everything's reject and demanded,
Lived your life and thought handled it
Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm!!!

Let's Go! Where the shores are green
Let's Go! Where the music's loud
Let's Go! Where there ain't no problems, fuck this, fucking transit

I ain't forty, I like your stories
Keep them coming cause It's kind a boring
It ain't coming you have to find it
'Cause all of a sudden you got grounded
You didn't care, you just did
At the sign that said: "all beware",
In and Out and said: 'Oi, Tik, Tok',
I'm glad you got away of me
Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm!!!

Let's Go! Where the shores are green
Let's Go! Where the Music's loud
Let's Go! Where there ain't no problems, fuck this, fucking transit

Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

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War between races
War between lies
War between something that was deep inside
You was wrong all along
I was right you lied
U to the n to the ity
Straight down too late can it kick the feeling
Looking from the bottom I can't see the ceiling
Shots rang out in the oakland winter
Can't stand alone you can?t stand together

as one, as one, as one

No matter what they do they'll try to divide you
fear you up what's inside you way down down down
The scale hook the anchor to the gates of hell
Once you realize that it was so simple
What you given you can't take with you
I asked somebody if if they had the same vision

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13 red and white stripes flying
White for skin and red for dying

Why can't i
walk on through
And not feel like
one is in hell

We don't need no water

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Jimmy and Johnny two friends of mine
skinheads what they clamed
Outside similarities but they don't feel the same
Johnny thinks jimmy is a mod
and jimmy thinks Johnny's a punk
Jimmy listens to ska
and Johnny likes last resort
Jimmy and Johnny in the trenches
We down tonight
Drinking Guiness smoking 555's
Once you're in the middle you feel alright
Skinheads tats and a Fred Perry
There's a was in the cemetery
Start to fight stop drinking
What the fuck were they thinking

Jimmy and Johnny tell me what you're seeing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Jimmy had his two tone girl on the back of his scooter that night
Johnny had a jackes up chevy that could blow you right off the line
Skinheads tats and a Fred Perry
There's a was in the cemetary
Start to fight stop drinking
What the fuck were they thinking

Jimmy and Johnny tell me what you're seeing

. . .



Everybody wants to come down
but no one wants to pay
I try to show 'em
but they do anyway

I was "nock shock nock nock down" to my knees
Same thing for my duty quiz

Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot through my heart

Sometimes there are guys
who can deal with me
Everything's imperive
but I don't fucking need

I know where you are but I don't care
I thought I'd use my "no decision"
Gunshot!
Gunshot!
Gunshot through my heart

Gunshoooooooooooot!
Gunshoooooooooooot!
Gunshoooooooooooot!
Gunshoooooooooooot!

Gunshot!
Gunshot!
Gunshot through my heart
Gunshot!
Gunshot!

. . .



Are you gonna be ready to use it
If you hesitate they'll pursue it
Put the gun to the dome no question
Now the holy ghost in queston

what about the banks
When they say go
Standing at the top and can't let go
Standin' can't take can't take that time
When i try sometime i can't stay high

Are you gonna be ready to use it
If you hesitate they'll pursue it
Good and evil erme from above
Death peace eternal love

Bleeding at the gates and i can't come in
Courage that abates a life of sin
Sure that it holds and it holds no others

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I went to Mary
Far to, too long
Jubilee was cold as fuck
Why do they make it that cold
Stand aside while she
picked me for you
for the time you gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away
I seen you finish
I saw you at the start
I remember you straight from my heart
You'd ask me and I'd say "What'd you say?
"You gave me your heart and then you're taking it
You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away
You gave it away

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Ghetto box talkin' (time for the back streets)
Cocaine's rockin' (time for the back streets)
And I'm not finished talkin' (time for the back streets)
And the PUNX say stop it (time for the back streets)

Let go of my hand
I don't understand
Street lights comin' through
Time for the back streets with you!

Cadallic rollin' (time for the back streets)
Police are patrolin' (time for the back streets)
? (Time for the back streets)
Mississippi highway (time for the back streets)

? with a K-9 unit
Nazi cops fuck you!
Time for the backstreets with you.

Ghetto Box talkin' (time for the backstreets)
Cocaine's rockin' (time for the backstreets)
And the four were stalkin' (time for the backstreets)
And the PUNX say stop it!!! (time for the back streets)

Let go of my hand
I don't understand
Street lights comin' through

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Bloody thursday was july 6th
the pigs killed 3 workers harry bridges grabbed the mic
The city shut down july 6th the workers outrage it was a general strike
The media clamed that the commies were taking over
and some believed it was true
3 uncompremising strikes was paved the way
Minn Sf and Toledo

Over and over again the doors are locked
and the windows are broken

Eddie worked for general motors and he swore
that he'd never lose his job again
A union man who owned his own home
in beautiful flint michigan

Eddie lost his job and eddie lost his wife
So eddie lost his self esteme
The last time I saw eddie
he was living in the trailer park again

Over and over again the doors are locked
and the windows are broken

I believe eddie for gave too much too soon
I got a letter from eddie and it was bad news

Over and over again the doors are locked

. . .



I started watchin' them all down the line
Keep steppin' and rejectin' all the time
They try to pull me in
Can't let that happen again
They try to do it again all on me

Sedation through the nation
We're screaming black and blue
Intoxication of a generation
We're screaming black and blue

The blind leading the blind
They told me I was dumb
They said their security system was too big to outrun
I broke away and i'm never goin' back
For all the souls they broke
Mine never cracked

Sedation through the nation
We're screaming black and blue
Intoxication of a generation

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She's got a ticket and she's waiting at the station
She's got to get away as far as she can
Her problems will arise as sure as the sun shine
She's got to get used to living on the lam

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

When I last saw her she was looking trouble
She said this is the 90's I'm gonna be alright
She took the greyhound into salinas
I got a letter that she dropped out of sight

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Shrouded in anger encompassed by pain
He was your best friend and you will never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand

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This song is about a girl
who has been off
she was dope sick

Dope sick girl hit and run
she took my money
87 dollars gone
now she's running

How was I to know
That girl could take my heart
everywhere she go
Dope sick girl a rig and a rid she got no freedom
Little demon gonna hide inside she's gotta feed them

How was I to know
That girl could take my heart everywhere she go
Everywhere, everywhere she go

Dope sick girl there she was at the methadone clinic
She drank a coup called it a base coat
She swore not to get back in it

How was I to know
That girl could take my heart everywhere she go

Dope sick girl gotta rig and a ride to new york city
Gonna run away gonna watch it burn in the heart of new york city

How was I to know

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[repeat 2x]
Back down no back down comin' up
Rise up no rise up showin up
Lock down no lock down comin' up
International cover-up

What about the state of the union
What about the guns they're using
What about the kids that don't matter
What about a genaral strike

You don't know what it's like
Whats it's like what it's like...

[repeat 2x]
Back down no back down comin' up
Rise up no rise up showin up
Lock down no lock down comin' up
International cover-up

What about the cage getting rattled
What about the international battle
What about the kids who are dreaming
What about the kid who got stopped

You don't know what it's like

. . .



Solidarity love and unity
Set me free with a bullet and a gun

You said it was nothing
I knew it was something
It was no surprisin' I saw you cryin?

About you
Said what went wrong
About you
Said you can't go on
About you
Said it's a long time gone
About you
Said your life's too long

Solidarity love and unity
Set me free with a bullet and a gun

Didn't see it coming
Your fears went hunting
9 millimeter
stops you running

About you
Now you're long time gone
About you
So what went wrong

Solidarity love and unity

. . .



Midnight
I know where I am
That's right
I know where I'm going
Shut down
Vacant city ghost town
Tensions rising
Kick kick kick the door in
Lock lock lock around
And affairs affairs of the nation

When the pressure came down
Sustain authority

Midnight
I know I can
That's right
I ain't broken
Shut down
Vacant city ghost town
Tensions rising
Kick kick kick the door in
Lock lock lock around
And affairs of the nation

When the pressure came down

. . .



If you wanna make a 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
The secret to a good life is knowing when your through...

...before she died
I bit the bullet on a motorcycle ride

...If you wanna make a move then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
If you wanna make a move then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin

...before she died

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There's a place where I like to go
When I got no food or I got no shelter
It's a house where I can get away
For maybe 3 days
To get off the drink and stay off the haze

Who's the opposition I'm 7 years down
The human spirit prevails
Yeah I'm down down down

Woke up in the bushes 6:30 tuesday morning
With a unopenned heineken a head that was burning
For 7 years I walked the same path
Dreams of being loved was all I ever had

Who's the opposition I'm 7 years down
The human spirit prevails

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