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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Gitarre
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Gitarre
Matt Freeman
Matt Freeman
Stimme und Gesang
Brett Reed
Brett Reed
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Songwriter:in
Matt Freeman
Matt Freeman
Songwriter:in
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jerry Finn
Jerry Finn
Produzent:in
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mischtechniker:in
Michael Rosen
Michael Rosen
Ingenieur:in
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Ingenieur:in
Frank Rinella
Frank Rinella
Ingenieurassistent:in
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Joe Pirrera
Joe Pirrera
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Ingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

Took the 60 bus Out of downtown Campbell Ben Zanotto, he was on there, he was waitin' for me All the punk rockers And the moon stompers Are out on the corners where They're sparing for change I started thinkin' You know I started drinkin' I don't really remember too much of that day Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money Where do you go now when you're only 15? With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh) It bleeds in me and it goes Give 'em the boot The roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot You know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot The roots, the reggae on my stereo The radio was playin', Desmond Dekker was singin' On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin' And we all come from unloving homes I say, "Why even bother?" I pick up the bottle Mr. Bus Driver, please let these people on Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh) It bleeds in me and it goes Give 'em the boot The roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot You know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot The roots, the reggae on my stereo Alright, say yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Took the 60 bus Out of downtown Campbell Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin' for me All the punk rockers And the moon stompers Are out on the corners where They're sparing for change The radio was playin', Desmond Dekker was singin' On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh) It bleeds in me and when it goes Give 'em the boot The roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot You know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot The roots, the reggae on my stereo Give 'em the boot The roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot You know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot The roots, the reggae on my stereo
Writer(s): Lars Frederiksen, Timothy Armstrong, Roger M. Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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