Rancid Roots Radicals текст песни, слова песни Roots Radicals Rancid
Rancid - Roots Radicals
waitin' for me all the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the
wriers where they sparing for change I started thinkin' you know I started
drinkin' you know I don't remember too much of that day somethin' struck me
funny when we ran out of money do you go now when your only is with the music
execution and the talk of revolution it bleed 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 playin' Desmon Dekker
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