Roots Radicals
Rancid (USA) Lyrics

Took the sixty bus
Boarded the sixty bus

Out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito
Left downtown Cambell Ben Zandito on the bus

He was on there he was waitin' for me
He was already on the bus waiting for me when I arrived

All the punk rockers
All the punk rockers

And the moon stompers
And the moon stompers

Are out on the corners where
Are on street corners where

They sparing for change
They are panhandling for money

I started thinkin'
I began to think

You know I started drinkin'
You know I started drinking

You know I don't remember too much of that day
I don't remember much of what happened that day

Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Something seemed strange when we ran out of money

Do you go now when your only is
Do you leave now when you have no other option

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
With the powerful music and talk of change

It bleeds in me and it goes
It affects me deeply and stays with me

Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals
Kick them out, the traditionalists and the rebels

Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical
Kick them out, and don't forget that I am also a rebel

Give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
Kick them out, and let the roots of reggae on my stereo play

The radio was playin' Desmon Dekker was singin'
The radio was playing music by Desmond Dekker

On the forty nine bus as we climb up the hill
On the forty-nine bus as we went up the hill

Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
No sounds around us except the beat of reggae music

And we all come from unloving homes
And we all came from homes where we did not feel loved

Why even bother I pick up the bole
Why even try? I pick up the bottle

Hey Mr. Bus Driver please let these people on
Hey Mr. Bus Driver, please let these people on board

Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
Carol was a rude girl and she wore a mini-skirt

My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong.
Despite my blurred vision, I didn't see anything wrong