| ...AND OUT COME THE WOLVES | | | | Roots Radicals | | | Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito 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' Desmon Dekker was singin' on the 49 bus As we climb up the hill Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin' And we all come from unloving homes I say: why even bother 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
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito 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 There's a really old plan, they keep stuck on singing And the 49 bus climbed up on the hill Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
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 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
| | | | | | | LIFE WON'T WAIT | | | | Bloodclot | | | Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey...
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.
Who show your best white stitches and the knuckles ??? about me I feel sorry I work here Never been like them with this society ??? protects me from the penality
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 ??? better 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
Now my guns are blazing, Bloodclot I can see 360, Now my guns are blazing Pick it back up and start it all over again
Hey Ho, Hey Go.
Now my guns are blazing 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 oh yeah. Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho Well I can see 360 Hey Ho, Hey Ho
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