rancid silentbob Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito he was on there he was waitin' for me all the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the corners where they sparing for change I started thinkin' you know I started drinkin' you know I don't remember too much of that day somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money do you go now when your only is with the music execution and the talk of revolution 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' Desmon Dekker was singin' on the 49 bus as we climb up the hill nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin' and we all come from unloving homes why even bother I pick up the bohle hey mr. bus driver please let these people on rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl my blurry vision saw nothin' wrong. 020509 ... CheapVodka Matty came from far away from New Orleans, into the East Bay He said, "this is a mecca." I said, "this ain't no mecca man, this place is fucked." 3 months go by: He had no home, he had no food, he's all alone. Matty said fool me once shame on you didn't fool me twice he went back to New Orleans. Way better, you're welcome. 131018 what's it to you? who go blather from