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Rancid - ...And Out Come the Wolves Lyrics






Maxwell Murder

Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playin'
His rules are never fair

Nobody want to look back
Everybody wanna get high tonight
Before they run outta time
Where's the felon the chargeable felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime

Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you

Maxwell got a hand in his plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Chop the rock before you bought it
Sick Maxwell knows you got it

Nobody want to look back
Everybody wanna get high tonight
Before they run outta time
Where's the felon, chargeable felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime

Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you

Oh Max
You motherf*cker

Dial 9-9-9 if you really want the truth
Dial 9-9-9 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
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The 11th. Hour

Hey little sister do you know what time it was
when you finally seen all your broken dreams
come crashing down your door
they demand an answer and they demand it quick
or the questions fade and the wasted days
come crawling back for more

do you know where the power lies? and who pulls the strings
do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you

the face of isolation
well that's one you recognize
well you can't get straight
it's a lonely place and
it's one you do despise

boredom is for sale now
and helplessness you feel
it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
blood splattered on a reel to reel

I was almost over my world was almost gone
in a sudden rush I could almost touch the
things that I'd done wrong
my jungle's made of concrete
through silence I could feel
my aim is true I will walk on through
these mountains made of steel.
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Roots Radicals

Took the 60 bus
Out of downtown Campbell.
Ben Zanotto, 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'.
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 (ohhh)
And the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
Oh 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', Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin',
And we all come from unloving homes.
I said; "Why even bother" and 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 (ohhh)
And the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
Oh 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

On my stereo!
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah!

Took the 60 bus
Out of downtown Campbell.
Ben Zanotto, 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

Then the radio was playin', Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong

With the music execution (ohhh)
And the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
Oh 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
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Time Bomb

If you wanna make a move then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life's knowing when you're through

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives
Like a cat 15 years old take him to the youth authority
Home, first thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Now he's gotten out, he's gotten free, he's gotta go, gotta car
He's 21 years old, he's runnin' numbers from the bar
His pager's beepin', he's got in deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac.
The boy's a time bomb
(Yeah) The boy's a time bomb

Tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below
His eye his mother cries, she knows that he is strong enough
To die he's rollin' in the Cadillac, it's midnight sunroof is down
Three shots rung out the hero's dead, the new king is crowned.

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac. Yeah
The boy's a time bomb

Ohh, time bomb!
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Olympia WA.

Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
he knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
there was something burnin' deep inside of me

ran into three Puerto Ricans
these girls took us to the funhouse
where we played a lonely pinball machine

hangin' on the corner of 52nd. and Broadway
cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way

New York City well I wish I was on a highway
back to Olympia...

I'm having a hard time understanding
it gets all too demanding
she's all gone and I'm stranded
something burning deep inside of me

all I know it's 4'o'clock and
she ain't never showed up
and I watched a thousand people go home from work

how many times will it take me
before I go crazy
before I lose everything
something burning deep inside of
me ran into three Puerto Ricans
those girls took us to the funhouse
I don't wanna be alone again.
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Lock, Step & Gone

The ending isn't here (there's somethin' wrong)
But it's comin' real soon (I lock step I'm gone)
I said the feeling isn't fear (there's something wrong)
It's just telling you to move (I lock step I'm gone)

There's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
Killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
Waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come

All the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (lock step I'm gone)

The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line

Oh, the end isn't here but it's coming real soon, yeah
The feeling isn't fear it's just telling you to move, go
Huh
Stop
Go

The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line

Oh the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (I lock, step, I'm gone)

There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
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Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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Junkie Man

The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
only the soul that has never been kissed
let us adore our beautiful son
he's ridin' on the river of Babylon

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
when you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'

no one answers no one takes that call from you
junkyman tell me what your story is...

water I desire
some parents house is on fire
slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
the neighborhood will watch without a sound

will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
but he's not and they know that and they can't get him cause he's not crazy
beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity

my hand went blind
you were in the veins clairvoyant
my hand went blind
i make love to my trance sister my trance sister
went on and my trance parents see from the balcony
I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their paws trampling in the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and there is a likeness
internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
you're brought up and caught up in a system that is goin'
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Listed M.I.A.

god damn it man i almost had it
Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots
i ain't foolin' i've been pursuing
a way to get out of these dirty old ruins

I'm checkin' out i'm never comin' back again
i'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.

god damn it man i almost had
it threw me out the door and called me a faggot
i ain't done i've only yet begun
West Oakland is the place where i'm comin' from

god damn it man i almost had it
well i did it again yeah i do it outta habit
well i'm numb it ain't no fun i'm less than zero
when you add up the sum

I'm checkin' out yeah
it ain't no doubt yeah
a courtship built from anger is what it amounts
i almost had it I came so close
man i almost had it i almost had it
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Ruby Soho

Echoes of reggae
Coming through my bedroom wall
Having a party up next door but
I'm sitting here all alone
Two lovers in the bedroom
And the other starts to shout
All I got is this blank stare
And that don't carry no clout at all

Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho

He's singing
And she's there to lend a hand
He's seen his name on the marquee
But she will never understand
Once again he's leaving
And she's there with a tear in her eye
Embraces with a warm gesture it's time
Time to say goodbye

Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho

Ruby's heart ain't beating
Cause she knows the feeling is gone
She's not the only one who knew that
There's something wrong
Her lover's in the distance
As she wipes a tear from her eye
Ruby's fading out, she disappears, it's time,
Time to say goodbye

Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho

Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho

Destination unknown (Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho)
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho
Destination unknown (Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby, Soho)
Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby Soho
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Daly City Train

He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
In a man's life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends

He's shooting dope in the men's room
at the station daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel?
Well I know I have.
See, they'll stay here for a while, then they'll fly away

[Chorus: x2]
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being him

Some grown up and some grow old
But what about the kid who never learned the rules?
Spent all these years on this earth
when you look back it's just a flicker of time

Jackyl was one of the one's that perished
Yeah, he was one of the ones that was already saved
Through all the evil and wreckage, yeah
he maintained a sense of himself, yeah

[Chorus x2]

Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight
How 'bout the hour in the system that has ended
In a one-way line out measures could not stand it.

[Chorus x2]
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Journey To The End Of The East Bay

Reconcile to the belief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong yeah

All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals but
What you gonna do when everybody goes on without you?

To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end! End!
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end

Started in 87 ended in 89
Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the 4 of us;
Yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
4 kids on tour, 3000 miles
In a 4-door car
Not know what was goin' on
We got a million years
Touring out like this
Hell no, no premonition coulda seen this

To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end! End!
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end

Mattie came from far away
From New Orleans into the East Bay
He said "this is a Mecca"
I said "this ain't no Mecca man,
This place's f*cked!"
3 months go by, he had no home,
He had no food, he's all alone
Mattie said fool me once shame on you
He said fool me twice he went back to New Orleans

To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
To the end! End!
To the end, to the end,
I'll journey to the end
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Shes Automatic

The way that she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club to thaw out for the night

She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

The situation was tricky, I was feeling so down
The bass and the drums, the music so loud
She asked me if I would stand by her side
Like glue that I would till the end of the night

She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

My head was spinnin' a million miles an hour
The chance I was takin', I get anxious around her
She put her head on my shoulder, I started to hold her
Swingin' and swayin' the morning began

She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves

I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves
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Old Friend

[Chorus: x2]
Good morning heartache
you're like an old friend
come and see me again

Look up you're in Cleveland again
a solid line that never ends
I've got stories that you'll never believe
and I know it I wear it I wear it on my sleeve

There must be somethin' about you that I liked
but right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide
but in Cleveland I should have stayed inside

[Chorus]

Testify my love for you
and I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
the old tan van it ain't so sweet

[Chorus]

Somewhere in America in the city at night
we were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright

The unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind

[Chorus]
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Disorder and Disarray

Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
Your my candle I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' in quick

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!

Crucify me [repeat 4x]

The ground is fertile and the grass is green
So many things to be seen
So many bands to be heard
Just for once can I be ignored?

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!

Crucify me [repeat 4x]

Yeah"¦

He's back, cool I say
Oh, gotta get away
No no no no reason for me to stay
But I'll come back another day
Get on the bus and
Hand the guy my money
He tried to say "It ain't enough, man"
I said "What the f*ck you talking 'bout?!"

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!

Crucify me [repeat 4x]

Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
Your my candle I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' in quick

Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!

Crucify me [repeat 4x]

[Lars:] Oh, what the papers say
We're caught up in the disarray
[Tim:] Well did you look at their faces when we dropped the bomb?
[Lars:] Haha, yeah, Tim, let's play along

Crucify me [repeat 4x]
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The Wars End

Little Sammy was a punk rocker,
You know his mother never understand him
Went into his room and smashed his Billy Bragg record,
Didn't want him to hear that communist lecture

Little Sammy was a punk rocker,
You know his mother tried to take him to war,
Whoa
Sammy now the war is over
Whoa
Sammy now we're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end
Go!

Little Sammy was a punk rocker,
Now it's time for you to leave home,
Whoa
Sammy now the war is over
Whoa
Sammy now we're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end,
We're at the war's end
Yeah Yeah Yeah
We're at the end,
We're at the war's end
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You Dont Care Nothin

A cat lies awake when it sleeps
was she conscious of her own miseries
will the agony of her pain
win her to enlightenment and set her conscience free

do you really wanna know what's happenin'
do you really wanna know what's goin' on
hey girl you better please take a look around
explore your heart and find out for yourself

Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me

I never really got a reason
never had a use for one before
but now I know that there's now a prize
but for the wise and the unwise

do you really wanna know what's happenin'
do you really wanna know what's goin' on
hey girl you better please take a look around
explore your heart and find out for yourself

Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
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As Wicked

I saw an old man on the street
he was in a dumpster lookin' for somethin' to eat
he moved so slow like a dyin' dream
like a machinist who got caught in the machine

I saw this lady and she was cryin'
she said it's hard when someone you love is dyin'
I saw this kid who was about 5 years old
he was in the park all alone he was cold

there's something coming around
as wicked as it may seem
as wicked as anything could be

I know this girl she's barely alive
she's all haggard she's only twenty-five
she said she never had a friend before
I said "hey girl I'll be your friend but who's keepin' score"
I saw this other little girl on the phone
her mother comforts her from far from home
the little girl was very hesitant
her best friend lie dead on the pavement

I always end up back on the hill
lookin' down at the landfill
I always go there when I can
my friend Marty said Tim you're a lucky man
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Avenues & Alleyways

(Oi oi oi) I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You didn't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
Times are gonna change, change or step aside
It's my point of view that took you by surprise

The sun's comin' up yeah the new dawn arrives
The generation standing stand with anger in their eyes
No love in the city 'cause there's no connection
Been stricken with disease a racial infection

I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue

Actions could erase all the fear that we suffer
People segregated no one understands each other
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his

Well an eye for an eye yeah a tooth for a tooth
Brother against brother should be singin' with the group
The inner cities burnin' yeah it's screamin' black and blue
The power and the passion of a million youth

I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi

(Oi oi oi) I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You din't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
All of the blood that spills of all the guts that fly
The media paints a picture that stains all of us
Pits dogs against cats now who is responsible
The power in the issue the force is unstoppable

I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi

(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue

(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
(Oi oi oi)
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The Way I Feel

Pick me back up just to throw me back down
apologies too late when you're up against the wall
compassion heals while duplicity kills
you say I'm different the only thing different is

the way I feel about you
Na na na na na na na na na na

You moved up the ladder at a very rapid speed
we moved methodically
and calmly when you got to the top you see enemies

if I knew back then what I know now
it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
cause you say I'm different

the only thing different is
the way i feel about you.....
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...And Out Come the Wolves is the third studio album by American punk rock band Rancid. It was released on August 22, 1995, through Epitaph Records. Rancid's popularity and catchy songs made them the subject of a major label bidding war (hence the title, ...And Out Come the Wolves taken from a poem in Jim Carroll's The Basketball Diaries) that ended with the band staying on Epitaph.

With a sound heavily influenced by ska, which called to mind Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman's past in Operation Ivy, Rancid became one of the few bands of the mid-to late-1990s boom in punk rock to retain much of its original fanbase. In terms of record sales and certifications, ...And Out Come the Wolves is a popular album in the United States. It produced three hit singles: "Roots Radicals", "Time Bomb" and "Ruby Soho", that earned Rancid its heaviest airplay on MTV and radio stations to date. All the singles charted on Modern Rock Tracks. ...And Out Come the Wolves was certified gold by the RIAA on January 22, 1996. It was certified platinum on September 23, 2004.

Along with Bad Religion's Stranger than Fiction, Green Day's Dookie and The Offspring's Smash, ...And Out Come the Wolves helped revive mainstream interest in punk rock in the mid-1990s, signaled the initial rise of mainstream punk rock, and proved to be successful for the band.

To coincide with its 20th anniversary, Rancid performed the album live in its entirety on their 2015-2016 Honor Is All We Know world tour.
Genre(s): Punk rock, ska punk
Producer(s): Jerry Finn, Rancid
Length: 49:39
Released: August 22nd, 1995
Year: 1995

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