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Transplants is an American punk rock/rap rock supergroup. They formed in 1999 when Tim Armstrong (of the bands Rancid and Operation Ivy) played his friend and roadie Rob Aston some beats he had made using Pro Tools and asked Rob if he would consider contributing lyrics. Initially, Tim played all the instruments himself but as the project grew, he invited musician friends such as Matt Freeman (Rancid), Lars Frederiksen (Rancid), and Vic Ruggiero (The Slackers) to add to the sound. Before long, Tim and Rob decided to officially form a band, but to make things complete, they wanted a drummer, so Travis Barker from Blink-182 was asked to join in 2002. Tim first became inspired to work with loops and samples after being introduced to London's speed/garage scene by… more »

Year:

2005

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I took a slow drag off my smoke
I leaned back and I drink my coke
I got approached by a shady bloke
He talked bad but uh, he was broke
I was born in a shadowy world
Wasteland, mean and hard boiled
With tragedies and turmoil
Disenfranchised and disembroiled
Lost files and small filed places
I don't care what color your face is
One day you're gonna lose all traces
And war shit on all men and races
In the city of down and out
Money's always gonna equal clouds
So all along you have to scream and shout
In the city of down and out

Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

Give me mine give me all that you've got
Take off your shoes and fork over the pot
I like your chain and I'm needin' the watch
And your girl looks good, she could travel the block
It's all here if you're looking to score
I'm downtown San Pedro at fourth
Everything from the stem to the torch
Then we hang 'em all high for a few dollars more
I said I won't but I bet that I will
So fun your clothes, I suggest that you chill
They all talk about keeping it real
But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel
Let it go you ain't ready for drama
Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma
Ain't cause I want to, it's just that I've gotta'
You know conscience is a motherfucker lock on your daughter

Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

And the television's spewing hate
Talking bout the rise of crime ratings
Heard the broke state gonna say it
It's all sinking now and we're way too late
You let this wash it clean
In the heart of Washington
And if he's looking in
What's he gonna do about our machine

Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday
Preacher wants a judgment day
Junkie keeps the world at bay
Policeman wants us obey
Doomsday doomsday
Doomsday doomsday

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