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Rancid - Roots Radicals Artist: Rancid Song: Roots Radicals Album: ...And Out Come the Wolves Year: 1995 Record Label: Epitaph Records All copyrights belong to Rancid and Epitaph Records. Lyrics: Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me All the punk rockers and the moon stompers Are out on the corners where they're 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 you′re only 15? 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 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 say, why even bother 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 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 Cambell Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me All the punk rockers and the moon stompers Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change 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 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