Name
Rancid Lyrics


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[Repeat x3]
You don't know my name
Man you don't know my name

Paint a number on my head
Work me 'til I'm dead
I can't believe I've wasted
All these years I've tasted

A million days and nights all this pain and struggle
All for what I ask all the hate and trouble

You don't know my name
Man you don't know my name

Punch drunk from the punch clock
Opportunity never gonna knock
No more blue collar
All the unions gettin' smaller

A million nights and all the pain and struggle
All for what I ask all the hate and trouble





You don't know my name
Man you don't know my name

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rancid's song Name express the feeling of being overlooked and undervalued. The repeated lines "You don't know my name, man you don't know my name" suggest a desperation to be recognized and acknowledged. The reference to having a number painted on their head and being worked until dead is a metaphor for being seen as nothing more than a cog in a machine, with their identity and individuality being erased.


The lyrics also highlight the frustration of working hard and experiencing pain and struggle for what seems like no reward. The line "All these years I've tasted" suggests that the singer has tasted the bitterness of disappointment and lack of fulfillment. The repetition of "All for what I ask, all the hate and trouble" expresses a sense of confusion and questioning about the purpose of such struggle and hardship.


Overall, the song Name speaks to anyone who has felt invisible and undervalued in their work or personal life, and urges society to recognize the importance of valuing each individual and their unique contributions.


Line by Line Meaning

Repeat x3
The chorus is repeated three times for emphasis.


You don't know my name
The singer is frustrated at being overlooked and unknown.


Man you don't know my name
The use of 'man' conveys the singer's anger and frustration.


Paint a number on my head
The artist feels like they are being treated like a number instead of a person.


Work me 'til I'm dead
The artist feels overworked and underappreciated.


I can't believe I've wasted
The singer is regretful and unhappy with how their life has turned out.


All these years I've tasted
The singer has experienced many different things in life but feels unfulfilled.


A million days and nights all this pain and struggle
The artist has experienced a lot of hardships and feels like they have been struggling for years.


All for what I ask all the hate and trouble
The artist questions whether it was worth it to go through all of the hardship and hate they have faced.


Punch drunk from the punch clock
The artist feels exhausted from working too much.


Opportunity never gonna knock
The singer feels like they will never get a chance to improve their situation.


No more blue collar
The artist is tired of working in a low-paying, manual labor job.


All the unions gettin' smaller
The singer is frustrated that worker's unions are losing power and influence, leaving them even more vulnerable.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Written by: ERIC DINNWIDDIE, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG

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Going to play it for my final Sunday play for the year for my minister Linda before she retires

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How did that go?

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With this music god can even punk.

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Do you know my name?

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Man, you don't know my name.

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