Vocals, Guitar: | Tim Armstrong |
Vocals, Guitar: | Lars Fredericksen |
Vocals, Bass: | Matt Freeman |
Drums: | Brett Reed |
Another lesson has been learned,
Amist these modern times,
Strangers in the mist appear,
Now there's war, all the time,
Systematically go and destroy,
Commit another atrocity,
Aggressors are in their places,
Man-made catastrophe.
I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.
A small key's gonna open the door,
Across the border to a new land,
And in the new land a sand storm roars,
Under a spell there's a ghost of a man,
On the back of many warriors they stand,
Their prayers fall upon deaf ears
Machiavelli owns a machine gun now,
And a shill in a mask and a puppeteer.
I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.
Humility has no play in this case, in a big game of chess for us all,
Hostility explodes in a mess, now you all got blood all over the wall,
And clairty turns to dark, blindfolded prisoners of war.
And solidarity, on the razor's edge, boy, what? You're a big puncher now, right?
Yeah?.... Ha!.... Nah.... I don't fucking think so!
Ha ha ha!
I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.
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 …