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forever
Hear Rancid on the radio
We'll spend the night and dance away together
These memories will never fade
We're going Punk Rock Holiday
Na, na, na, na,

up following
The Descendents and The Scuts
Rancid, Vandals, all that stuff
Forever lyrics in my head
Without punk I'd rather be dead

Here's to all I

Trilogy of Terror

Afu-Ra

The Year of the Backslap

1999

Push me to my limit, punk nigga, your gonna get it
One by the gun, two stomped out by my shoe
Three you get strung up by the limb of a tree
I never rhyme

slits
I rant 'n' spit, about my panic fits
But it's still heat compared to ya rancid shit
I'll continue to dismantle it

When being surrounded by skeptic

Rip Off

Defiance

No Future No Hope

2003

It's happened before and now it's happening again
Rancid rotten bastards fucking trying to cash in
They're on tv and they're on the radio

My Life to Live

Lars Frederiksen

Viking

2004

Good luck will bring me fortune
As I travel on my way

had a threeway in Austin
Just like in Boston
Just like I'm gonna do again tonight
Rancid punks

You can enter my mind but you're not advised
& if something happens to ya no one will hear your cries
My cares gets shorter day by the day
For years

psilocybin
Speeding up time before I start tourin
Distracted by lights, I'm rolling

Call me ugly words
Feen
Devoid of self esteem
Digesting beans
Devoid

promotion
Blood gush
Leave you cut like you were Lio Rush
Beat you with your crutch
Kick and punch you a whole bunch
Concussed like CM Punk losing his lunch

up
No Medicare, hella scared, had me on my back
Cause the bill was hella high, but I got it retroactivated
The fuckin' punk bitch didn't stop by
No

I loved those (s)kids! 

You showed us punk, killer bands
Like Rancid, Offspring, a new young fan
I found Blink, first ever show
You and I standing in

Bums

Necro

Barn of the Naked Dead (Instrumentals)

[Chorus]
Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM
The bum from the dark get a job you punk
Homeless people livin in the train stations
Just lazy

Bums

Mr. Hyde

Barn of the Naked Dead

2004

[Chorus]
Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM
The bum from the dark get a job you punk
Homeless people livin in the train stations
Just lazy

gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
If I have to set it off then
I have to leave a corpse

You punk bastards bleed
If you