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 Cambell Ben Zandito
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 thinking, you know I started drinking
I don't remember too much of that day
Something struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you're only fifteen?
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
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 playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Nothing incoming but the reggae drumming
And we all come from unloving homes, I said
Why even bother and 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 and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
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
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell Ben Zanotto
He was on there, he was waiting for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
And the radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothing wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
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
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Time Bomb
If you want to make the 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 is 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
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 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 twenty one years old he's runnin' 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
In 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, oh, time bomb
Writer: Timothy Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen, Roger Mattew Freeman
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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.
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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)
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'
Writer: JIM CARROLL, LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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 comin' through my bedroom wall
Havin' a party up next door but I'm sittin' 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 singin 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 leavin' 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 beatin' 'cause she knows the feelin' is gone
She's not the only one who knew there's somethin' 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
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Writer: Lars Frederiksen, Roger M. Freeman, Timothy Armstrong
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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, yeah
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 four of us yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was going on
We got a million years touring out like this
Hell no no premonition could have 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, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then into the East Bay
He said this is a mecca
I said this ain't no mecca man, this place is f*cked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty 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, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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 proud
The bass and the drums, the music so loud
She asked me if I would stand by her side
And I knew 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, yeah
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, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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Old Friend
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
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 got stories that you'll never believe
And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be something 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've stayed inside
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Testify my love for you
And I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold black top to the hot concrete
And the old tin van, it ain't so sweet
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Somewhere in America
Through the city at night
And you were far from home
But you knew it was gonna be all right
The unfortunate get preyed on by vultures' eyes
Eighty-six 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
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Writer: TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG, ROGER M. FREEMAN, LARS FREDERIKSEN
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Disorder and Disarray
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
You're 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, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
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, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Yeah
He 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 talkin' bout?!
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
You're my candle I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' two sides comin' so quick
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Oh, what the papers say
We're caught up in the disarray
Well'd you see their faces when we dropped the bomb?
Haha, Tim, had his pay all along
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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)
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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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 that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
You moved up the ladder at very rapid speed
We moved methodically and calmly
When you got to the top you see enemies
You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
If I knew back then what I know now
That it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
'Cause you say I'm different, you say I'm different man
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
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