Texty:
Rancid Otras Canciones

whatever) Follow every fucking trend Timmy Armstrong's your best friend I don't wanna see you puke I'm sick of your friends and you You're a rancid

: California sun has sunk Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night I was high on junk And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right Will every

: A Wild dog speeding On the bastard sun A downward situation And it stinks like a bum Class isn't over It's just begun So get up neighborhood Neighbor

: She gonna go She gonna seek and destroy She gonna split With the whole damn scene Make a run, cause some rebellion Hustle some cash with the danger

: Never seen it come back again, 'til it dragged my heart around There was nothing coming in, and there was nothing to be found See, I don't know, if

: Chaos discontent I'm a lunatic Thirty days in the street is how I'm doing it A life of no money a quart of Cisco The horses are loose I got mine let

: [by Sham 69] For once in my life I've got something to say I wanna say it now cause now is today A love has been given to grab and enjoy So let

: There's four of us here and that's always worked good and evil, they don't mean dirt one of 'em naked and one's no where one of us went back in the

: Another show with a fucked up promoter Kids sent in by the media controller They arrived in a '87 Ford with a gun rack case of Bud and stiletto blade