Альбом Rancid

The phenomena you are about to witness
could well revolutionize your way of thinking
We are presenting startling facts and evidence
that take up where explanations leave off

Some of these revelations will very well go against things you have been taught
And perhaps believed all your life

Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho

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)

Whoa swing your fists, whack stitches in the face
Fuck ups on me I feel sorry I work here
Never been like them with this society
Life protects me feeling the finality

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)

I read your words, I read your banner 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/unscathed

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 Go

Now my guns are blazin'
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
Ah yeah
Nah na na nah nah
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Nah na na nah nah
Well I can see 360

She's a Salvador immigrant, head through a thin wall
A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls
Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down
Laugh hysterically and then he spread around

On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little, the kid cashed/cast the woes
Of a ? girl she kind of made you spill
Her brother Mario got shot 4 times in da head

Now see poor Mario, he caught a hot one
Through the lung, now he's done so God bless the man
And the cocaine moves too fast through their system
Like a river forever winding
To the last party of the under/loner class

? distance just a bunch of kids who don't wanna finish last
Now see the market place has changed the weight of the scale
You either get out and die or go to jail
And your best intentions splinter and frail/fail
And a few weeks of promises and attempts fail

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

They kick a bottle of beer and a letter
Simple (sip of?) things made Mario feel better
You see it falls on you and it falls on me
Self-annihilation, catastrophe

Two packs of cigarettes
For two dollars and seventy cents and a
Bottle of wine that's been opened
And he said, "Why do I do this?"

A shiver through his body like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me
He said, "It's who I am baby, back to it."
Off the deep end the record changed

You see, no one stood up and cheered for him
Everyone sat down with something that happened
Began... to happen
It's an old school dorm mystery
And the handcuffs bleed...

It's a glass-pipe murder
Glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah

Glass-pipe murder
It's a glass-pipe murder
Oh yeah!!!

(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)
(Oh yeah!!!)

Sign a petition under working condition
Union is in bed with the coal operators (call of berettas)
Carry are freedom looking for something
To get you family better life for every single day

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle
Calls out your name?

What a man likes to see
When they come after mine
No prettiness for the mighty black lung
Rank and file workers, rank and file minds
Take off the gloves and sock it to 'em

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle
Calls out your name?

Hey young believer/unbeliever (Hey)
Black lung fever (Hey)
Transmit receiver (Hey)
Backed up deceiver (Hey)
Well I don't like it either (Hey)
We're all presidents for the (Hey)
Black lung fever (Hey)

Some things keep me going
Well I got no one to blame
Five o'clock is comin'
Do you feel the same?
When a lonely whistle

Jesus and his ? wage a final war
Religious self-prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail
The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake
The Pagans hold the rituals and the fire won't begin to say:

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

The force of war, dynamite blast
Rides on the weak and the poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's wars
Don't know nothing 'bout no red, white and blue

Little men, big ?
Too many win, nobody lose
? choose

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep
The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek
Was it the Mob tellin' the CIA to install/restore this state of fear
How many of us wish we were up to Kennedy's ear?
Say:

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

See them try to rule the world
We don't know why
Why they want to rule the world
Cuya ?

Only white men and black men's..? the white power ?
The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about
Buying the world is only so much money
Here they come ? in the knees

World wide hunger ? one fear
Well gangster treaties who keep us in fear
How much more cannot people deal?
Need no more division

Need no more pride and I, I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine
We the people speaking our mind
And once more, would you say it for me now?

Dynamite blast of the force of war
Government rides on the weak and poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain no more
When the little man fights all the big man's war

? victimize
Mental slavery with the clever disguise
Our prides on our people must rise
Decide your fate

Life won't wait!!!
Life won't wait!!!
Oh, life won't wait!!!

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.
Division is the new world order.

Ah no!
No no!
Go!!!

With a gleaming success
With a different try
Religious indifference
Mixed between the lies/lines

Territorial company they legitimize
Persecution to form enterprise
The UN is called
To buffer it all

The problem is spreading international
Like Ireland's Belfast it's coming to be
A brand new key

Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Well entertain the idea of a peaceful end
? takes all ? (? some things slow down to the used-to-been ?)
Of a world which is seen the citizens die
While the innocent children play near fire now

When I'm not getting through, and see evidence
Another truth, we're bombing us
The time for civil war is the sooner I live
The chivalrous ones are never represented

Working class girl puts her money to the test... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's gonna look her best
Yugoslavia's been blown to bits... Yeah
She's got a new dress
She's lookin' to the west

Allocating people for ?
The methods of the summons are dastardly
Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering
But the advantage of guilt is lingering

Shadows of soldier lay nearby
The dead ones finally reach a compromise
Destruction of war lies in Bosnia

(That is the vision of the anarchist... it is also a boy's dream)

True to Warsaw, glad we did it
Beat him down with a baseball bat
Police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat
Working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure
Broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

December 13, '81, who remembers a loaded gun?
Who remembers the first morning of martial law?
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, I'll know where
Yeah man economic (? army), hardship in Warsaw

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discotheque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
'Til he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

(Rancid?... Jah love...)

Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll!
It's about fightin' toe to toe...
Hard times come,
Yeah the hard times go.
When I say, come one, come all.

Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face

One man's decision brings another's opposition completely unbound.
Down on the flats where the seaside meets my lonely youngtown
Well all the rudies and skins well they're out on the streets making the way on
the dole,
between the bottles and sex they smash and they wreck for something to live

Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.
Sometimes you know there's no place to go,
But to a long life of crime.

Yeah but it's so wrong to steal,
Someone's very last meal to profit up a dime.
Your poe poes and greys well they end up in jail gonna swing the cowboys
Well you took a bite outta the apple of decision that got ya there boy.

Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face

Hooligans and bootboys, I don't want no racial hatred

"Black and white, who are portrayed without bias
These are the people whose voice I want to be..."

I said the hooligans!
Rancid
Bootboys!
Rancid
Hooligans!
Rancid
Bootboys!
Rancid

Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face
Well all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure,

Within the same school. The idea was that we'd later combine both styles,
unify the techniques.
But still, we were too young.
Too full of ignorant pride in our own succulent sorrow.

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of descention into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

Humility will hold you and never let you go
To all my friends well, much gratitude
And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you
And everyone stands in confusion

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

(To do the job, you've got to prepare yourself to die.. die... die...)

Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker
??
Quicker than any motherfucker that I know
Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he'll go
Rancid pack, I'm a blast it
Blasted lyrics of elastic
With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun

(Go... go ... go)

??
Proclamation to the nihilist
Down to the propagandist
Take me off of that fucking list

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of dissension into insanity

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
All their lives are led in evil (? Oh, they rise a lot of evil ?)

(Go... go... go...)

Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!!
Some people live illegal

I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square

A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to pay back syndication
A fist ? and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Demonstrations show
It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah


I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The clockers (?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear
To rob us for some different ? places no one near
The tension begins to grow
? so
He ? yeah

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!
ah no!!!
Ah no no no no!!!

I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square

A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He act so (?apropos?) ? stall
He makes his point then jumps in
joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!!

Ah no no!!!
Ah no!!!
Ah no no no no

I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square

A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Yeah!!!

You see I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings

Like sand, just take your dreams away
Running on the ground
At the end of the day it's your life, your loss
If you can't get the clock around

I said what I got you can have ?
You better not miss a shot
You're letting yourself get into all kinds of danger
Soon enough you're gonna get caught

They had a feeling
Was like you had to prove you're one in a million
And I'm talking bout junkies been dealing
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
It ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they want

And I say
Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

John ? his homeboy down so he waited for a ride
Then waited to come by at the Hollywood's concert backslide
With affordable odds and a sunroof, nestled among the filth
Frequencies and bad intentions, gotta take it for what it's worth

Have you ever been hunted
By your past
And it will never let you go
Well never never let you go
No! I said
Well never never let you go

And I say
Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, lighted darkness come through

Silhouetted palm trees backing it up against the sky
Echo Park sunset, an ambulance drives by
But someone went down
And I wonder who
Faces flash forward, it could be anybody I knew

So I drank like a fish and I crawled like a rat
Through the city of shit I ended up on my back
But I can't believe you're with me after dark
So let it come together in Echo Park

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, lighted darkness come through

A red flag and your body wins
Or a snake bite, gotta start again
So I'm fucked up and watching TV all day
I don't wanna see what Ricki Lake gotta say

And it hits me when I'm alone, I'm an angry man
I start singing to myself I got dealt a shitty hand
With all these feelings my heart could explode
So is it not fear, knowing it all

And I say
Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
It was and you are, lighted darkness come through

Nah nah nah nah nah

Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?

Yeah!

She says his power is what's happening
Well I'll be sure to be respecting nothing's stopping him
And to move up for him about crushing them
And I'll kick you plain and simple it's a sin man

Leave it to the coroner to detect this
And I'm sure the U.S.A. to wreck this
He drives a tricked out tricked out tricked out Lexus
And he looks at the city says I can take this

It's high into a corner where the one leads
Well it's so fucking high that your nose bleeds
They watch you break the nose out of respect
You broke the nose that is correct

The gates of hell are they closing in
The victim's family going condemn him
He said, "Ah don't trust them"
Yeah he'll show them

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Poisoned like a rat who drank some strychnine gin
How many men can say they been allow this to happen
Bureaucratic military federation
Living dead will need to rise again

The delicate skipped it heard the rumble
And the legions that are timid lord they crumble
And consequently nothing but a concrete jungle
And lord I wonder

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
Psychosomatic, come straight down,
You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown

Yeah!!!

The sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, wealth and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're ridng and you're riding on the wings of destruction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Broke, dough, dope, the line is choked
Smoked the last dollar to a name
Are you buying?
Are you selling girl?

Talking square never change
And if I really wanna know
What it means for her to be free
Oh she's mixing cocktails
In a squat down Avenue C
Yeah running through the street

The parasitic ?
Ah, don't give her a fight
He gets shallow so I know
There won't be no fucking rainbow in sight
And then deny allegations so strenuously
Oh man, don't get outta control
She was left wrestling in a silent anger
So hell I can't be there for her

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

I know she's jackin, homegirl's mackin'
Tried to make sure am I in love
? you and me
She won't relinquish herself to you, and I sense an emergency

She can cry, she can hide
In the lower east side
Been so low in the fast lane curse
Above all the infamous, with its circus of the fools

And if I really want to know how the pernicious stay on top
Oh they don't break, no break they don't fake
They think they'll wake
They don't stop

I ain't looking for answers
I don't want nothing is for free
I sure don't want your respect
I just wanna know who's talking to me
I just wanna know who's talkin' to me

Yeah

I just wanna know who's talkin' to me
I just wanna know

I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

I saw some better days, from ? to hunter place
A portrait of a sum of the last couple years
See I lost an image, an image of chaos
Yeah all I'd rather notice, isolation in place

Of all the kids been losing everything, every single day
And all this deadly drama you know I see myself fall
? A lost canyon
Consuming all

It's just you
It's just you
Consuming all

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

So on the antisocial side
You know I find myself a job
?
? incredible artist

? a delicate balance
I never really thought I could make it all happen
The anarchist kid gives a fuck about you
I stood up every single time I fell

It's just you
It's just you
Consuming her

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite them

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit
motherfucker slam the door
Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take this any more?
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor

Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
rom innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want not
the way of what they fucking say

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA

Lower east side 1976
Who's got the dope and
who's turning tricks?
Should I call a user all for a fix?
Rippen off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick

But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the fuck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin' over is he comin' home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone

Yeah!!!

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA

Same fuckin' shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherfuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?

Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want
not the way they fucking say

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world
Broken promises, those poor noises
Are bringin' it by the time for all the famine and the law
From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
Storming ? west, then the cold hits
Then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas
From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas

From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to the forgotten ones
She offers it confusion to distraught refugees
In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and bleed to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
All you tell me not to worry
About the short comings of lives and the high cost of living
From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas
From the contras to the upstarts to shouted Sandanistas

All right this one goes out to all our friends in New York:
H2O, The Slackers, Stubborn All Stars
Must respect
Hey Tim take it away my man.

Well I heard they fly a confederate flag
Down at the state house
Got a gun to my head from the hand of a man
Down at the state house
Well I reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket
Down at the state house
They said I got some rights and I really shouldn't knock it
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

Broken bones, broken rules
They can all be fixed (oh yeah)
So let those who battle with the pen
And the others with the fist (its the gospel now)
The strong ones will be defiant with words that can convince
You can take this as rules but I'll take it as a dis

Yeah!!!

Well they wanna hold me with wrongful suspicion
Down at the state house
And I'm all bundled up in an awkward position
Down at the state house
And they say its all part of a hundred year tradition
Down at the state house
And I do feel they got a mental condition
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

Hey gettin' crazy watch me
Was it you all along working for the CIA?
Iran contra Panama
American casket parlet (work it now, work it)
Visions of light yes, visions of death no, visions gone astray (oh yeah)
Jump on that DC-10 my man oh and you fly away

Ignore the weak ignore the poor
Down at the state house
They got a real good position for me on the floor... hell no
Down at the state house
They said your gonna make a real real nice world
Down at the state house
But they do not know the law not no at all
Down at the state house

What can we do? [x7]

All right this one goes out to Sick Of It All,
Agnostic Front, Crown of Thornz, Dgeneration,
DJ Ansen, Dave Hillyard and the Rocksteady Seven,
Simon and the Bar Sinisters, Nine Lives and
His New Band Under The Gun, Madball,
Marky Ramone and the Intruders.

Yeah!!!

He's gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it

Hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light

Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, Your assistance (You're the one smoking dust)

It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
I once/What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Yeaaaaaaaah !!!

There's something in the street tonight
Don't know what it is, but it won't keep quiet
Breaking through your masses on your radio brodcaster

There's something in the air tonight
And it's turning in to a full fledge riot
Seen a boy's last dance, someone tried to buy him the truth

Yeah!!!

Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives
I'm gonna come right back for you
Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives
I'm gonna come right back for you

There's something in the world today
Don't know what it is but it sure smells rotten
Babylon's burning and the fire seems waterproof

There's someone in your home tonight
You think you know who they are
But something just ain't so right
I look at them a way but they don't feel the same about me

Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives
I'm gonna come right back for you
Oh oh oh oh oh nine lives
I'm gonna come right back for you

And I run and run
And I hide and I hide
And I knew that I knew that I tried and tried

It's over before it starts
Oh don't you know
So on your marks and stand by
Ready, go
From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo
I see visions of her everywhere I go
What have I become?
Now that I'm all alone

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

She always ? once ? count with her champagne case
She goes straight down the rathole with her
Total recklessness and
Tomorrow will come on through
And I got nothing but a barely mentioned
Nothing but a sillouette girl
Met her in darkness
I say

What have I become?
Now that I'm all alone

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul?
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold
I said I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

Yeah I'm in the corner I start over
I start the whole slate clean
All the pain and heartache in all my years
I was always to blame
And I dream of this girl
Yeah an angelical ghost
I met her in my neighborhood
I'm a downtown member ?
Don't let me be misunderstood
Oh, I'm a downtown member ?
Don't let me be misunderstood

Heart of gold!!!

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

I said I'm just looking for a girl

Yeah we're on/rhymmes ? imagine that
All punk rock must move inside, all ? must move inside.
Come out to Brooklyn Town and Coyote Studios ?

[repeat 2x]
London you're gonna find them
New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is youth fighting
All I see is youth fighting

Well, in sympathy, there's some
Integrity, but in
Humility I've come to find a whole lot more

I'm not one to judge, nor I
Carry a grudge, but I
Refuse to budge my determinating vow

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now
Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done

? the road controlled by Satan
Fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism
We gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no...

I burn from inside all the walls
A dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when you're misunderstood
When you're rotting in jail, wish you would be
Out on the street like Robin Hood

All those who fall, those who try
Let them go, oh victimize
You see you ain't gonna take their power, demise
Not in your lifetime see more hypnotized, come again

London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

London you're gonna find them (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

Come I said put down your ratchet now
Rudeboy set down your gun
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done

? the road controlled by Satan
Fight back from that with love vibration
Pull out, division, racism, and schism
We gonna make 'em flee, run

Easy, you know it ain't easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no

I burn from inside all the walls
A dead man can't hear all the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat

Heat... heat... heat...heat...

[repeat 4x.]
London you're gonna find them (London Town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston, JA)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they fight)

All I see is you/youth fighting
All I see is you/youth fighting