Vocals, Guitar: | Tim Armstrong |
Vocals, Guitar: | Lars Fredericksen |
Vocals, Bass: | Matt Freeman |
Drums: | Brett Reed |
I've lived my whole life, made mistakes,
From the get-go,
Street kid from the start, right, no regrets though,
I do what I want, yeah, cuz I said so,
No sleep for the wicked, right? No, bet no.
Rollin' with the punk rockers,
I ain't lying,
Fake guns, fake bands,
Fake punk, I ain't buying,
Hit the road,
All I know,
Rock and roll ain't dying, about fifteen deep,
We hit the streets low ridin.
By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It must have been half past three.
By the time we made it to Memphis,
We were crazy.
Tonight, you're our blanket,
And you're gonna keep us warm
Tonight, protect us from the storm.
Huge black clouds and troubled
Time's they're a comin' round
Oh Lord, let me go through another round
Tuesday night is when the storm's gonna settle down,
Had a glance, circumstance,
Stone cold, trouble bound,
She's the one, all alone, I come lookin',
Smoke and mirrors as I watch,
Aw, that girl was trippin',
It's no fun, lost again,
To have your heart broken,
Greed is from a world that is built on hustling.
By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It must have been half past three.
By the time we made it to Memphis,
We were crazy.
Tonight, you're our blanket,
And you're gonna keep us warm
Tonight, protect us from the storm.
Embrace the falling when they have failed,
Every road can lead ya straight down to fucking hell,
Embrace the falling when they have failed,
Now every road can take ya straight down to hell.
Don't want nothing here, everyone straight trippin,
Happier times, are gone, past starts slippin
This will be enough to keep me on the road livin,
Good every night, in a different city I'll be sleepin,
Let me know, here we go, met a girl named Lola,
Is she here? Is she there? Drinking Jack and cola,
She says, "Tim, where ya been? I got somethin' to show ya,
Lola fired off her clothes and started rock and rollin!
By the time we made it to New Orleans,
It must have been half past three.
By the time we made it to Memphis,
We were crazy.
Tonight, you're our blanket,
And you're gonna keep us warm
Tonight, protect us from the storm.
Emerging from the blue-collar swamps of Berkley, California, Rancid has now been a living, breathing punk rock band for over a quarter century. Apparently, nothing …