Vocals, Guitar: | Tim Armstrong |
Guitar, Vocals: | Lars Frederiksen |
Drums: | Branden Steineckert |
Bass, Vocals: | Matt Freeman |
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No one is safe here we’re all in danger
Through the corridor I see a stranger
Robbin a ransacken I see him walkin
Lock your doors now I hear him knockin
Up to no good
Up to no good
Like a spark on a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood
But that mother fucker is up to no good
Up to no good
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Quick like a snake he’s good at stealing
He’ll even steal the plaster off the ceiling
Clocked in darkness I see him standin
Making moves in the night he’s a ghost man
Up to no good
Up to no good
Like a spark on a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood
But that mother fucker is up to no good
Up to no good
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Criminals I understand them
Watch your back cause we’ll come at random
Born to lose and you end up in the system
He’s our friend now we’re gonna miss him
Up to no good
Up to no good
Like a spark on a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood
But that mother fucker is up to no good
Up to no good
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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 …