Teksty: Rancid. ...And Out Come The Wolves. 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 despise some parents
house is on fire slowly the house gonna burn to
the ground the naighborhood will watch 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 clairvoyant 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
brief And out come the wolves their plans
trampling the snow the asphalt 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's a likeness
internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
your brough up and caught up in a system that is goin'