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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


Rancid 2000 (2000)
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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 and came back from the dead
You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
Well the old man came back from the dead and dragged
Don Giovanni to hell

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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
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
Reflect something of course you descend
Fighting conflict, running fugitive
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
If the police come and tromp the state

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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 be a mystery
But all we're seeking is freedom
You realize that your reality
Is gonna be there to greet 'em
It's all right
It's quite all right me
Let the rich man confess like that
Man it's hard to stop
Better, get better
Don't let the deep end drop
And if you drop my name in regard to danger
I'm urgent only to heat
'Cause they say live in a world
Gonna set me free
It's all right
It's quite all right with me

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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 what I want I can't predict the future
And those who can I know that they are lying
I know the truth can be hard to swallow
A soap opera world leaders are crying
Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time
You can burn a book if you don't like the answers
Or join forces with an AXL grind
USA protecting your cancers
A list if hatred is easy to find
Well there's a growing sentiment in America
If you listen closely you can hear them all
Right is right wrong is wrong and evil
Consider it bad behavior
Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time
Bad generation polarize view
No one leaves home to go and help you
Watch CNN and then you know
US bombs come down, what you gonna do
Boom boom boom look around
There's no more roof no more house, no street, no town, shot down
Burnt black and brown
electrical meltdown
You'll hear the sound of the U.S. bomb all around
Ah it's a shake down
It's a break down
Atomic shutdown
And then you know!!!!!!
Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time
Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go just one last time

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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 down
No-one want to be a burden on a loved one
Doors bust open doors slam shut
The key to change is time
Riding the freight train all the while
Your building the fucking tracks
Doors bust open doors slam shut
The key to change is time
Doors bust open doors slam shut

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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 skin like opium
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Yeah there poison
Admissions of liabilities
I'm living in my own private cold war
In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door
Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Yeah there poison
The violent aspects of a tattered man
Let me respond to that if i can
Illuminated Manuscripts written by hand
Accusations have been made form the very beginning
Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them

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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
It can go either way you never know
Conditioned to deceived and that's how he likes it
With all the guns going off who can say no to the guy
Who watch out, who's fucking nuts
'Cause Loki's playing tricks again
Loki's playing tricks again
Loki's playing tricks again

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Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
Conflict in Somalia never came to an end
Strife in Sudan on going contention
Battle in Sierra Leon
Hostilities in the Congo
Who threw the coup explosion's at zero
Explosion's at zero
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
Conflict in Somalia never came to an end
Strife in Sudan on going contention
Battle in Sierra Leon
Hostilities in the Congo
Who threw the coup explosion's at zero
Explosion's at zero
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu American Government issue
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below
Blackhawk down blackhawk down blackhawk down below

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Rwanda yeah your moon shines bright
Rwanda over planned genocide
Rwanda, won't you be strong like a lion
Tune in the transistor
And listen to the news
Cause once a week it hits ya
Heart broken and blue
It's the voice over Africa
so stop peregrination
So listen very closely to half a million dead souls
Rwanda yeah your moon shines bright
Rwanda over planned genocide
Rwanda, won't you be strong like a lion
It's complicated when facts come slow
Mass destruction mass confusion
Whats the difference to the orphan
Orphans of the dead
When no more machine guns strike and there's silence instead
Rwanda yeah your moon shines bright
Rwanda over planned genocide

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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 explode into a bloody mess (no god no truce)
Rupturing the nation's core, bursting from the stress (no god no truce)
The atheists get in line await the coming destruction (no god no truce)
Religious dogma corrupted and curruptor (no god no truce)
With a man made of sin leads a full scale invasion (no god no truce)
Drains the life from the skins abrasion (no god no truce)
No restoring order in a full scale attack (no god no truce)
There's no fucking vision, There's no voice it's all black (no god no truce)
And then you break down with a villainous call (no god no truce)

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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 who demand it
When you plan that
Your antennas are pointed in the right direction
You make a deal in any situation
So with no evacuation
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Oh they talk to ya, Oh your the town man
High profile Hollywood scum-bag
It's a done deal, signed and sealed
Deal makers making it all happen
When you plan that
Your antennas are pointed in the right direction
You make a dead in any situation
So with no evacuation
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Let California fall into the fucking ocean!
Let California fall into the fucking ocean!

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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, here's a rat
Falling off the track, fade out black
Black in feedback, hit the flashback
Don't you know we hate that?
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it
You can't bare it when we blare it
I hate your band, you understand?
You got no passion, it's all fashion
Well you come you can, come come true
Calm down, flames red or blue
You don't know, you got no clue
I see through
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you
You said you know us, we don't know you
You Jump on the next bandwagon
What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin
But you ain't shit, you get frustrated
We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan
Cause we hate you
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
and I hate you

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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 miniskirt hiked up
And if you like that you walk a tight rope
Blood of Jesus gonna cleans ya
So lets begin to put down a wage
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret
I the city of sin, in the city of sin
It's a modern day Sodom and Gomorra
Bus station, no hesitation
For some poor bastard it's a ruin
It's like a coffin, a desert Kremlin
If your lucky then you'll fuckin hit it
You take an avoid with the money then you split it
It don't matter if you win there, just to be there rather than elsewhere
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret
In the city of sin, in the city of sin
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
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret

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El Diablo is like a soundtrack
All concurrent playback
'57 chevy with the radio on
It's a sad song
That goes on and on
It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana
It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana
A friend that said you gotta make a choice
He's got the leather skin and the velvet voice
The New York Times read that it aint over yet
you can't forget, cause you'll never forget
It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana
It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana
Yeah i got it right...(yeah i got it right)
Going down tongiht..(going down tonight)
Oh where'd you go..(oh where'd you go)
Going down below...(going down below)
El Diablo is like a soundtrack
All concurrent playback
'57 chevy with the radio on
It's a sad song
That goes on and on
Spoken in Spanish:
Buenes tardes señoras y señores, bienvenidos a Radio Havana. Hoy en nuestro
programa, desde Estados Unidos le damos la bienvenida a la banda de punk rock

de 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
Yeah i got it right...(yeah i got it right)
Going down tongiht..(going down tonight)
Oh where'd you go..(oh where'd you go)
Going down below...(going down below)
It's a fugitive of time Radio Havana

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On the cusp of an explosion
I answer with evil that's the way that I play it
Street Turks multiple contusions
I gnash spit
I grind my teeth
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you
No security force or vigilante's
overweight ego can dethrone me
Ostracized if not otherwise
Left to my own device you'll surly see
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you
Got a gun and a knife

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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 do you do to know who you are?
The best way for me to drop out on tour
You went to Upstate NxY (New York) to go to school
To secure the roll with your parents
I got a new perspective on you
All the good and bad that we went through
I know you better than you know you
'Cause I got a new perspective on you
I never needed much, I never liked to loom
But a gesture can get me from across the room
The first night we talked until while the sun caught up
Transparent people melting all around us
You left in a plane, I left in a van
Played nightclub house-parties and auditoriums
Saw Germany England Italy with my band
I know you better than your new friends
I got a new perspective on you
All the good and bad that we went through
I know you better than you know you
'Cause I got a new perspective on you
Ford Econdlane September '93
Driving 10 hours until my eyes are blurry
3 packs of Winstons and a bag of seeds
Tapes of "x" and a thermos of coffee
6 weeks on and 10 days off
Then I go back on the road for another show
This is all that I've ever done
Girl I got nothing to fall back on
"But I got a new perspective on you All the good and bad that we went through


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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 or a traitor's son
It's a Sanguinary conclusion
a Sanguinary conclusion
Sanguinary conclusion..yeah
John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown)
yeah... John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John
brown) yeah...
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 or a traitor's son
It's a Sanguinary conclusion
a Sanguinary conclusion
Sanguinary conclusion..yeah
John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown)
John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown)
yeah...
John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown)
yeah... John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John brown) John brown, (John

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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 in pain
Stomach pains are coming and they strike with demon speed
Dead bodies everywhere
Piles of blood and entrails and hair
I'm bleeding from the inside from the Armageddon outside
Recurring rotting dreams
From this place the demons speak
My skin exfoliates
My patience terminates
unfold to unholy urges unearthed with urgency
The holocaust was nothing compared to my lividly
Dead bodies everywhere
Piles of blood and entrails and hair
I'm bleeding from the inside from the Armageddon outside
In this oblong box
That's eating you
There's nothing you can do!!!
Dead bodies everywhere
Piles of blood and entrails and hair
I'm bleeding from the inside from the Armageddon outside
Dead bodies!
Dead bodies!

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Charles Van Doren never seemed to want it
A 64,000 dollar question
It was rigged on a fix end of innocence
The original T.V. scandal
It's true, Your through....Fuck you!
A unique one, triggered implosion, outraged disgrace condemnation
Nine- hundred channels, one billion scandals
I've been hypnotized by all of you
It's true, Your through....Fuck you!
I've been hypnotized by all of you

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In the army of Babylon I'm a young Al Capone
My self an outlaw in the eyes of the lord
Good man lose and the bad men win
The blind and the sick i attenuate them
Barrels of concrete and melted steel
Black smoke rises like a ghost in the field
Hardened lungs deep breathing the air
That stings the life from within me
Succobus catches on and it won't let me go
The leprosy sets in and you got no glue
The 3rd world working on the factory floor
It's so dark in there you can't see the sun no more
Cold and burnt, are frostbitten hands
Leave you like a flower that's been pulled from the sands
Rabbid dogs chewing at my feet
Trying to protect their side of the street
Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah
Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah
Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah)
Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah)
In the darkness among lonely sprites
Hopeless atmosphere, steel gates spear it
So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic
Yea you lose it all:
Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah
Army of Babylon, Young Al Capone yeah
Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah)
Young Al Capone yeah (Young Al Capone yeah)

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Spread out like a million locusts covering the sun
Protagonists and infidels gonna speak out on the run
Deep rooted back and fourth
Failed from both sides
Triggered a sudden Excitement into the battle night
Reconciliation in what they already knew
Humanities lost when the power's vested in a few
Shadow of island cloud the symbol of change
Nelson spent 19 years on robin island estranged
I hear a voice in Cape Town, on Bohemian long St.
Listen closely, yeah listen closely
Reconciliation in what they already knew

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This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart
Let em run let em ride let em roll down the track
Let em win place and show
Let em one dollar exact
Six furlongs four phillys
Three mares three years and up
Who measures up
Well I wish you luck
Who measures up
Well I wish you luck
This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart
Well they rush the windows and play odds on fave
(But the)My starter in 2nd deuces down a bit of give and take
Race is a puzzler when they open from the outside
It's a hit and run and they look back
You can't count on that
That's a fact
The old men from El Cerrito
Who talk about their picks
And they talk about all the wins of the great jock leftgit Pincay
This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart
Every time i come back to the east bay i run into "big L"
My old friend Big L he's not doing so well
Me and Big L grew up across the freeway from the track
WE spent may days at the track
I see Big L come rollin up the street
On his little sister's pink ten speed
He said "Tim, Tim don't you remember me?"
"way back from 1973?"
Every time i se him he has 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 now

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Creeps burn and run their life too calm too windy
To form a wasteland
Atomic blow
A total nothing
Totaled completely
You filth's are discovered but you eyes are boiling
It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid?
Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn!
A night at the goat is the name of the band
A total giant glass ought to make the plan
This song's about when you go back-to-back
when you let out the dogs and your
mind is a stag
It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid?
Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn!
It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid?

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