Album: Transplants (2002)





Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said

Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead

I exercise my lyrical stylings

And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten

I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?

No, aw, the story's sorry but true

Lord, did you really want them to go?

No, oh you're so goddamn cold



We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone

Lord knows we don't need you [x2]



(watch me now)

You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you

You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you

Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell

Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells

Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh

I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half

We came too far now, nowhere we can flop

Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop



We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk

Around the world with the Rancid Punx

This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts

Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts

Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle

P U N X tattooed on my knuckles

Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free



We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone

Lord knows we don't need you [x2]



(watch me now)

I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine

But I still stay focused through good and bad times

Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night

I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight

From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds

They counted me out, from what? I'm not done

Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world

Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard