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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rancid
Künstler:in
Lars Frederiksen
Gitarre
Tim Armstrong
Gitarre
Brett Gurewitz
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Vic Ruggiero
Tasteninstrumente
Luis Conte
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Brett Reed
Schlagzeug
Matt Freeman
Bass
Skinhead Rob
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lars Frederiksen
Komponist:in
R. Aston
Komponist:in
Brett Reed
Komponist:in
T. Armstrong
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brett Gurewitz
Produzent:in
John Cranfield
Ingenieurassistent:in
Doug Boehm
Mischtechniker:in
Rob Schnapf
Mischtechniker:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Nick Raskulinecz
Schnitttechniker:in
Andrew Alekel
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Chris Reynolds
Ingenieurassistent:in
Kevin Dean
Mischtechniker:in
Pete Martinez
Ingenieurassistent:in
Dan Hoal
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
K.C. from Campbell California
She got a bad reputation that she didn't ask for
And she's waiting for an escape now
That escape is called the 164
Now K.C. she don't want to admit where she is from
And K.C. she wants to run, run, run
She's a punk rocker, she don't trust no one
On a South Bay bus all alone
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
K.C. was never caught up
Like the rest of the rats in a fuckin' maze
"Check me out", she said, "I'm in a concrete jungle"
"I'm an individual and you are stuck in a haze"
Oh, hell no
She knows where the truth is 'cause she said so
And she knows who her friends are
So fuck you! Don't get no closer
It will only make her run far away
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
I knew K.C.'s brother pretty well
Let's say we spent a lot of time hangin' out
I always thought he said that she'd be the one
To get outta here and make a life for herself
But when we found her in the Little League Park in the dugouts
It was cold, damp and dark
And no one knew why she wouldn't wake up
I think she finally made it back home
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
Under the red hot moon
Take the bus downtown to the graveyard shift tonight
One time for your mind, two times for your soul
Three for the graveyards and the money I fold
Dipped out in the city where the sun burns slow
No hope, it's a pity I can't say no
It's not my time to go
It's not my time to die
The last thing I want is for my mother to cry
It was love at first light
That very first night
Things have never been the same since I took my first flight
The way I live my life, I love, I live, lavish
Lost me from the start, you lose, you'll never have this
Untouched, unleashed, back up, you don't want it
Stick him for his cash, his bad, it's how he flaunt it
Take two and pass, I'll take two and blast
Bust a motherfucker, I'm out on the smash
Dipped out, high as fuck, I'm outta control
Let's bounce, rock, skate, man, I'm ready to roll
Under the red hot moon
Under the red hot moon
Under the red hot moon
Under the red hot moon
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen, Rob Aston
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