Letra Roots Radicals de Rancid

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Took the 60 bus
Out of downtown Cambell. 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 really 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 and the talk of revolution (woah)
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 playin', Desmon 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
Hey 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 (woah)
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 Cambell. Ben Zanado
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
The radio was playin', Desmon 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 and the talk of revolution (woah)
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
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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