Turntable
Rancid
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2004-12-21 13:27:28 |
Yeah!!!
He's gonna go go get it
gonna run run set it
Hidden realm
ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
it's not the style, nor a trial
it's the best of love and hate
come on everybody, lets get together
i appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table
what was strong, no longer able
and an open mind, no longer stable
and it spin like a dj's turntable
A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
with no dimensions in sight
well given an inch, a billion colors
the entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
well all of it's so very clear
with my passion on a stud, i walked through
i walked through the vicious ones
i really don't care
Well there's no more food on the table
what was strong, no longer able
and an open mind, no longer stable
and it spin like a dj's turntable
My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
getting across this trust
passive resistance, your assistance (you're the one smoking dust)
It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
come on everybody lets get together, i appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table
i once/what was strong, no longer able
and an open mind, no longer stable
and it spin like a dj's turntable
Well ya spin like a dj's turntable
well ya spin like a dj's turntable
well ya spin like a dj's turntable
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