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INTERPRÉTATION
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Guitare
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Guitare
Matt Freeman
Matt Freeman
Chant
Brett Reed
Brett Reed
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Paroles/Composition
Matt Freeman
Matt Freeman
Paroles/Composition
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jerry Finn
Jerry Finn
Production
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Michael Rosen
Michael Rosen
Ingénierie
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Ingénierie
Frank Rinella
Frank Rinella
Assistance d’ingénierie
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Joe Pirrera
Joe Pirrera
Assistance d’ingénierie
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistance d’ingénierie

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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): Timothy Armstrong, Roger Matthew Freeman, Lars Frederiksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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