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RANCID lyrics - Rancid 2000

Sick Sick World

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Creeps burn and run their life too calm too windy To form a wasteland Atomic blow A total nothing Totaled completely You filth's are discovered but you eyes are boiling It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! A night at the goat is the name of the band A total giant glass ought to make the plan This song's about when you go back-to-back when you let out the dogs and your mind is a stag It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn! It's a Sick Sick World so what do you do kid Come on down, it's your turn, yeah it's your turn!

Barry Horowitz

ACTION BRONSON "Dr. Lecter"
"His opponent from St. Petersburg, Florida" "Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz!" Yeah, the chocolate T.A Bronsalinio [?]. yeah To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back Ain't no "Cat in the Hat," just a cat that can rap This is Bronson - representing Flushing, Queens on the map Yeah - heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime Pussy drip when the thought of Action come to mind Born to ride, winter spring summer shine Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide You don't want the revolution to be televised Terrorfied from the Arab mountain death camps With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief To the neck like a razor for the stubble Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it Left the slippers in the sand motherfuckers couldn't stand in it ("Someone took the words to my song") [ding ding ding] It's Barry Horowitz rap, I pat myself on the back Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, Shaq I attack Close the window to your soul, weed inside my lungs burn These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn Specialized like the little bus Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the clitoris King Kong ain't got shit on us I'm out here gettin it for real while you motherfuckers filibust' Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission Started at pole position, eyes on the long division As it burn my thumb, I roll another one Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff Make your ho sniff Hootie and the Blowfish Obey the coke king Cause every motherfucker in rockin loaded, I'm on that old shit! ("Someone took the words to my song") [x2] [Jim Ross:] "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back"

The Music Of The Night

JACKIE EVANCHO "Songs From The Silver Screen"
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly music shall caress you Hear it, feel it secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness that you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be Only then can you belong to me Floating, falling sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night

On & On

JUSTINE SKYE "Emotionally Unavailable"
Where Brookyln, where Brookyln, where Brookyln Where Brookyln, where Brookyln, where Brookyln Right about now We just started but oh damn this slaps The DJ might just have to run this back This be [?] like a heart attack Can someone please tell me where Brooklyn at? Ain't nobody on the wall in here You with your man, but girl, see no one cares I just came out here to have some fun And I ain't worrying 'bout anyone See all that I want is tonight to get crazy I ain't going home and nobody can't make me I just came out here tonight to have a good time All day, all night, all day, all night And the party don't stop 'til the sun come in the morning So as soon as this drops, you gon' wanna get it poppin' And nobody can stop us from doing what we're doing It goes on and on and on (on and on) And it's always turnt up like tomorow's never coming Turn down for what? This the life and yeah I love it Every minute, every hour of the day we keep it running It goes on and on and on (on and on) We gon' part like it's Project X So you already know exactly what is next There's a little bit of everything in here Police tryna shut us down but we don't care Now all my homies holdin' records in their hands Tomorrow night we hope to do it all again Oh yeah we gone, yeah we so gone And I just hope this turn up never ends See all that I want is tonight to get crazy I ain't going home and nobody can't make me I just came out here tonight to have a good time All day, all night, all day, all night And the party don't stop 'til the sun come in the morning So as soon as this drops, you gon' wanna get it poppin' And nobody can stop us from doing what we're doing It goes on and on and on (on and on) And it's always turnt up like tomorrow's never coming Turn down for what? This the life and yeah I love it Every minute, every hour of the day we keep it running It goes on and on and on (on and on) It just goes on and on and one Everybody, everybody shut the fuck up. We only got one motherfuckin life to live So I'ma do what i want, I'ma say what I want, I'ma kiss who I want, and I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks about it. Think I'm crazy now, I'm gonna keep on going on and on baby, on and on And the party don't stop 'til the sun come in the morning So as soon as this drops, you gon' wanna get it poppin' And nobody can stop us from doing what we're doing It goes on and on and on (on and on) And it's always turnt up like tomorow's never coming Turn down for what? This the life and yeah I love it Every minute, every hour of the day we keep it running It goes on and on and on (on and on)

Song On The Radio

AMANDA STOTT "Chasing The Sky"
Real life is just a little too real tonight Think I'm gonna hop a jet plane Go where things work out right Some place far away from here I wish life could be Like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio You just turn it on and turn it up yeah Laundry mats, stoplights and taxicabs Think I'm gonna hop a freight train Find out where it's at Some place far away from here I wish life could be Like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio You just turn it on and turn it up yeah When life doesn't go my way All I got to do is Pull out my favourite song and I drift away Some place far away from here I wish life could be Like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio You just turn it on and turn it up I wish life could be Like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio You just turn it on and turn it up yeah Turn it up yeah (turn it up, turn it up yeah yeah yeah yeah) Turn it up, turn it up yeah (turn it up, turn it up yeah yeah yeah yeah) I wish life could be (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Still Of The Night

QUIET RIOT "Quiet Riot III"
We're not the ones to blame Burning passions mixed with pain Past the point of no return Nothing stays the same The streets become our home Restless souls out on our own Trapped my ruins made by fools Chasing the unknown In the still of the night With nowhere to turn We took a roll of the dice And we learn And in the still of the night Streets of fire will burn As we run for our lives To survive Yeah Voices in the dark Calling us to play a part Little be known the razor's edge Have we gone too far? Every chance that we take There is a price that must be paid It's easy come and easy go But we are here to stay Yeah! In the still of the night With nowhere to turn We took a roll of the dice And we learn In the still of the night Streets of fire will burn As we run for our lives To survive Yeah Oh! In the still of the night (Of the night) With nowhere to turn We took a roll of the dice And we learn And in the still of the night Streets of fire will burn As we run, run for our lives To survive To survive To survive And where do I turn In the still of the night And what did I learn In the still of the night The fires still burn, yeah Yeah, yeah

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