Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playin'
His rules are never fair
Nobody want to look back everybody want to get high tonight
Before they run outta time where's the felon the chargeable
Felon the name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Maxwell got a hand in this plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Shop the rock before you bought it
Sickness Maxwell knows you caught it
Nobody want to look back
Everybody want to get high tonight before they run out of time
Where's the felon, the chargiale felon
The name of the crook who committed the crime
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Oh Max, you motherf*cker
Dial nine nine nine if you really want the truth
Dial nine nine nine if you can't see it through
He ain't Jack the Ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling Maxwell murder for you
Rancid - ...And Out Come the Wolves Album Lyrics
Rancid - ...And Out Come the Wolves Lyrics
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The 11th. Hour
Alright
Hey little sister do you know what time it was
When you finally seen all your broken dreams
Come crashing down your door
I say, they demand an answer and they demand it quick
Or the questions fade and the wasted days
Come crawling back for more
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say, it starts and ends with you
The face of isolation
Well that's one you recognize
When you can't get straight
It's a lonely place and
It's one you do despise
I say, boredom is for sale now
And the helplessness you feel
Is a wounded dove and the hawks are above
Blood splattered on a reel to reel
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say, it starts and ends with you
I was almost over, my world was almost gone
In a sudden rush I could almost touch
The things that I'd done wrong
My jungle's made of concrete
And through the silence I could feel
My aim is true and I will walk on through
These mountains made of steel
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say it starts and ends with you
Oh, I say it starts and ends with you
I say it starts and ends with you
Hey little sister do you know what time it was
When you finally seen all your broken dreams
Come crashing down your door
I say, they demand an answer and they demand it quick
Or the questions fade and the wasted days
Come crawling back for more
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say, it starts and ends with you
The face of isolation
Well that's one you recognize
When you can't get straight
It's a lonely place and
It's one you do despise
I say, boredom is for sale now
And the helplessness you feel
Is a wounded dove and the hawks are above
Blood splattered on a reel to reel
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say, it starts and ends with you
I was almost over, my world was almost gone
In a sudden rush I could almost touch
The things that I'd done wrong
My jungle's made of concrete
And through the silence I could feel
My aim is true and I will walk on through
These mountains made of steel
And I say do you know where the power lies
And who pulls the strings?
Do you know where the power lies?
I say it starts and ends with you
Oh, I say it starts and ends with you
I say it starts and ends with you
Writer: Eric Roy Dinwiddie, Lars Frederiksen, Roger Matthew Freeman, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Roots Radicals
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 thinking, you know I started drinking
I don't remember too much of that day
Something struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you're only fifteen?
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 playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Nothing incoming but the reggae drumming
And we all come from unloving homes, I said
Why even bother and 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
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
On my stereo
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 Zanotto
He was on there, he was waiting for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
And the radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothing wrong
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
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
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 thinking, you know I started drinking
I don't remember too much of that day
Something struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you're only fifteen?
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 playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Nothing incoming but the reggae drumming
And we all come from unloving homes, I said
Why even bother and 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
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
On my stereo
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 Zanotto
He was on there, he was waiting for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
And the radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothing wrong
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
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: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Time Bomb
If you want to make the move then you better come in
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life is knowing when you're through
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
He's back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives
Like a cat take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Now he's gotten out he's gotten free he's gotta go, gotta car
He's twenty one years old he's runnin' from the bar
His pager's beepin' he's got in deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
The boy's a time bomb
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
In tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below
His eye his mother cries she knows that he is strong enough to die
He's rollin' in the Cadillac it's midnight sunroof is down
Three shots rung out the hero's dead the new king is crowned
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb, oh, time bomb
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Living and dying and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life is knowing when you're through
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
He's back in the hole where they got him living
Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives
Like a cat take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Now he's gotten out he's gotten free he's gotta go, gotta car
He's twenty one years old he's runnin' from the bar
His pager's beepin' he's got in deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
The boy's a time bomb
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
In tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below
His eye his mother cries she knows that he is strong enough to die
He's rollin' in the Cadillac it's midnight sunroof is down
Three shots rung out the hero's dead the new king is crowned
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac, yeah
The boy's a time bomb, oh, time bomb
Writer: Timothy Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen, Roger Mattew Freeman
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Olympia WA.
Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
He knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
These girls took us to the fun house
Where we played a lonely pinball machine
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time understanding
It gets all too demanding
She's all gone and I'm stranded
Something burning deep inside of me
All I know it's four o'clock and
She ain't never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
How many times will it take me
Before I go crazy
Before I lose everything
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
Those girls took us to the fun house
I don't want to be alone again
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of 'em seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
He knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
These girls took us to the fun house
Where we played a lonely pinball machine
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time understanding
It gets all too demanding
She's all gone and I'm stranded
Something burning deep inside of me
All I know it's four o'clock and
She ain't never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
How many times will it take me
Before I go crazy
Before I lose everything
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans
Those girls took us to the fun house
I don't want to be alone again
Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of 'em seem to go my way
New York City, well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Lock, Step & Gone
The ending isn't here (there's somethin' wrong)
But it's comin' real soon (I lock step I'm gone)
I said the feeling isn't fear (there's something wrong)
It's just telling you to move (I lock step I'm gone)
There's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
Killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
Waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come
All the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (lock step I'm gone)
The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line
Oh, the end isn't here but it's coming real soon, yeah
The feeling isn't fear it's just telling you to move, go
Huh
Stop
Go
The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line
Oh the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (I lock, step, I'm gone)
There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
But it's comin' real soon (I lock step I'm gone)
I said the feeling isn't fear (there's something wrong)
It's just telling you to move (I lock step I'm gone)
There's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
Killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
Waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come
All the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (lock step I'm gone)
The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line
Oh, the end isn't here but it's coming real soon, yeah
The feeling isn't fear it's just telling you to move, go
Huh
Stop
Go
The stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
Wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
Everything was clear for that moment in time
If I don't come back well throw me a line
Oh the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
And there's no ships comin' in (I lock step I'm gone)
Where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothin' (I lock, step, I'm gone)
There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
There's a whole lot of nothing (there's something wrong)
There's a whole lot of nothing (I lock, step, I'm gone)
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Junkie Man
Ah, it's burning up!
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
Only the soul that has never been kissed
Let us adore our beautiful son
He's ridin' on the river of Babylon
Oh, burn it up, ah shoot it up, bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
Internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
When you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
What do, what do, what do, what do I desire
Some parent's house is on fire
Oh slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
The neighborhood will watch without a sound
Will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
But he's not and they know that, they can't get him, he's not crazy
Beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
Hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
My hand went blind
You were in the vein clairvoyant
You were in the vein clairvoyant
My hand went blind
I make love to my transistor, my transistor
And my transparency from the balcony
I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves, out come the wolves
Their paws trampling in the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
Burnin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin' up and there is a likeness
Internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
You're brought up and caught up in a system that is goin'
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
Only the soul that has never been kissed
Let us adore our beautiful son
He's ridin' on the river of Babylon
Oh, burn it up, ah shoot it up, bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
Internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
When you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
What do, what do, what do, what do I desire
Some parent's house is on fire
Oh slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
The neighborhood will watch without a sound
Will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
But he's not and they know that, they can't get him, he's not crazy
Beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
Hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
My hand went blind
You were in the vein clairvoyant
You were in the vein clairvoyant
My hand went blind
I make love to my transistor, my transistor
And my transparency from the balcony
I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves, out come the wolves
Their paws trampling in the snow the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away
Burnin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
See the son of god is comin' up and there is a likeness
Internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when
You're brought up and caught up in a system that is goin'
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you
No one answers no one takes that call from you, you, you, you
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Junkie man tell me what your story is
Writer: JIM CARROLL, LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Listed M.I.A.
God damn it man I almost had it
Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots
I ain't foolin' I've been pursuing
A way to get out of these dirty old ruins
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
God damn it man I almost had
It threw me out the door and called me a faggot
I ain't done I've only yet begun
West Oakland is the place where I'm comin' from
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
Oh yeah, oh yeah
God damn it man I almost had it
Well I did it again yeah I do it outta habit
Well I'm numb it ain't no fun I'm less than zero
When you add up the sum
I'm checkin' out yeah
It ain't no doubt yeah
A courtship built from anger is what it amounts
I almost had it I almost had it I came so close
Man I almost had it
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots
I ain't foolin' I've been pursuing
A way to get out of these dirty old ruins
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
God damn it man I almost had
It threw me out the door and called me a faggot
I ain't done I've only yet begun
West Oakland is the place where I'm comin' from
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
Oh yeah, oh yeah
God damn it man I almost had it
Well I did it again yeah I do it outta habit
Well I'm numb it ain't no fun I'm less than zero
When you add up the sum
I'm checkin' out yeah
It ain't no doubt yeah
A courtship built from anger is what it amounts
I almost had it I almost had it I came so close
Man I almost had it
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
I'm checkin' out I'm never comin' back again
I'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Ruby Soho
Echoes of reggae comin' through my bedroom wall
Havin' a party up next door but I'm sittin' here all alone
Two lovers in the bedroom and the other starts to shout
All I got is this blank stare and that don't carry no clout at all
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
He's singin and she's there to lend a hand
He's seen his name on the marquee but she will never understand
Once again he's leavin' and she's there with a tear in her eye
Embraces with a warm gesture it's time, time to say goodbye
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby's heart ain't beatin' 'cause she knows the feelin' is gone
She's not the only one who knew there's somethin' wrong
Her lover's in the distance as she wipes a tear from her eye
Ruby's fading out, she disappears, it's time, time to say goodbye
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Havin' a party up next door but I'm sittin' here all alone
Two lovers in the bedroom and the other starts to shout
All I got is this blank stare and that don't carry no clout at all
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
He's singin and she's there to lend a hand
He's seen his name on the marquee but she will never understand
Once again he's leavin' and she's there with a tear in her eye
Embraces with a warm gesture it's time, time to say goodbye
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby's heart ain't beatin' 'cause she knows the feelin' is gone
She's not the only one who knew there's somethin' wrong
Her lover's in the distance as she wipes a tear from her eye
Ruby's fading out, she disappears, it's time, time to say goodbye
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Destination unknown
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho (destination unknown)
Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby Soho
Writer: Lars Frederiksen, Roger M. Freeman, Timothy Armstrong
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Daly City Train
He was an artist and a writer
And a poet and a friend
In a man's life he will take a fall
But how low he goes it just depends
He's shooting dope in the men's room
At the station Daly City train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
They'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Some grown up and some grow old
But what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
When you look back it's just a flicker of time
Jackyl was one of the one's that perished
Yeah, he was one of the one's that was already saved
Through all this evil and wreckage, yeah
He maintained a sense of himself, yeah
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Take it Some men are in prison even though They walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lock down Are free as a bird in flight
How about the hourIn the system that ended
In a one-way line Our measures could not stand it
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being him
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being him
And a poet and a friend
In a man's life he will take a fall
But how low he goes it just depends
He's shooting dope in the men's room
At the station Daly City train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
They'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Some grown up and some grow old
But what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
When you look back it's just a flicker of time
Jackyl was one of the one's that perished
Yeah, he was one of the one's that was already saved
Through all this evil and wreckage, yeah
He maintained a sense of himself, yeah
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being
Take it Some men are in prison even though They walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lock down Are free as a bird in flight
How about the hourIn the system that ended
In a one-way line Our measures could not stand it
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being him
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I'd seen him
But when he rolled the dice he know he never thought twice
Never thought twice about being him
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Journey To The End Of The East Bay
Reconcile to the belief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong yeah
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals
But what you gonna do when everybody goes on without you?
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Started in '87 ended in '89
Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the four of us yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was going on
We got a million years touring out like this
Hell no no premonition could have seen this
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then into the East Bay
He said this is a mecca
I said this ain't no mecca man, this place is f*cked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
He said fool me twice, he went back to New Orleans
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong yeah
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals
But what you gonna do when everybody goes on without you?
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Started in '87 ended in '89
Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the four of us yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour, three thousand miles
In a four door car not know what was going on
We got a million years touring out like this
Hell no no premonition could have seen this
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then into the East Bay
He said this is a mecca
I said this ain't no mecca man, this place is f*cked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
He said fool me twice, he went back to New Orleans
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Shes Automatic
The way that she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club to thaw out for the night
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves
The situation was tricky, I was feeling so proud
The bass and the drums, the music so loud
She asked me if I would stand by her side
And I knew that I would till the end of the night
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, yeah
My head was spinnin' a million miles an hour
The chance I was takin' I get anxious around her
She put her head on my shoulder, I started to hold her
Swingin' and swayin' the morning began
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club to thaw out for the night
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves
The situation was tricky, I was feeling so proud
The bass and the drums, the music so loud
She asked me if I would stand by her side
And I knew that I would till the end of the night
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, yeah
My head was spinnin' a million miles an hour
The chance I was takin' I get anxious around her
She put her head on my shoulder, I started to hold her
Swingin' and swayin' the morning began
She's automatic, so automatic
The way that she moves, the way that she moves
She's automatic, so automatic
The way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves, yeah
I say the way she moves
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Old Friend
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Look up you're in Cleveland again
A solid line that never ends
I got stories that you'll never believe
And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be something about you that I liked
But right here in the rain, you know, it just don't seem right
I always go out, I never hide
But in Cleveland I should've stayed inside
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Testify my love for you
And I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold black top to the hot concrete
And the old tin van, it ain't so sweet
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Somewhere in America
Through the city at night
And you were far from home
But you knew it was gonna be all right
The unfortunate get preyed on by vultures' eyes
Eighty-six cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Look up you're in Cleveland again
A solid line that never ends
I got stories that you'll never believe
And I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must be something about you that I liked
But right here in the rain, you know, it just don't seem right
I always go out, I never hide
But in Cleveland I should've stayed inside
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Testify my love for you
And I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold black top to the hot concrete
And the old tin van, it ain't so sweet
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Somewhere in America
Through the city at night
And you were far from home
But you knew it was gonna be all right
The unfortunate get preyed on by vultures' eyes
Eighty-six cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend
Come and see me again
Writer: TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG, ROGER M. FREEMAN, LARS FREDERIKSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Disorder and Disarray
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
You're my candle I'm your burnin wick
Two sides comin' in quick
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
The ground is fertile and the grass is green
So many things to be seen
So many bands to be heard
Just for once can I be ignored?
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Yeah
He back, cool I say
Oh, gotta get away
No no no no reason for me to stay
But I'll come back another day
Get on the bus and
Hand the guy my money
He tried to say It ain't enough, man
I said What the f*ck you talkin' bout?!
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
You're my candle I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' two sides comin' so quick
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Oh, what the papers say
We're caught up in the disarray
Well'd you see their faces when we dropped the bomb?
Haha, Tim, had his pay all along
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Show me numbers that I understand
You're my candle I'm your burnin wick
Two sides comin' in quick
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
The ground is fertile and the grass is green
So many things to be seen
So many bands to be heard
Just for once can I be ignored?
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Yeah
He back, cool I say
Oh, gotta get away
No no no no reason for me to stay
But I'll come back another day
Get on the bus and
Hand the guy my money
He tried to say It ain't enough, man
I said What the f*ck you talkin' bout?!
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
You're my candle I'm your burnin' wick
Two sides comin' two sides comin' so quick
Say goodbye when you see me sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Oh, what the papers say
We're caught up in the disarray
Well'd you see their faces when we dropped the bomb?
Haha, Tim, had his pay all along
Crucify me, crucify me
Crucify me, crucify me
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The Wars End
Little Sammy was a punkrocker
You know his mother never understand him
Went into his room and smashed his Billy Bragg record
Didn't want him to hear that communist lecture
Little Sammy was a punkrocker
You know his mother tried to take him to war
War Sammy now the wars over
War Sammy we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end, we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end go
Little Sammy was a punkrocker
Now its time for you to leave home
War Sammy now the war is over
War Sammy were now at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
Yeah yeah yeah we're at the end
We're at the wars end
You know his mother never understand him
Went into his room and smashed his Billy Bragg record
Didn't want him to hear that communist lecture
Little Sammy was a punkrocker
You know his mother tried to take him to war
War Sammy now the wars over
War Sammy we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end, we're at the wars end
We're at the wars end go
Little Sammy was a punkrocker
Now its time for you to leave home
War Sammy now the war is over
War Sammy were now at the wars end
We're at the wars end
We're at the wars end
Yeah yeah yeah we're at the end
We're at the wars end
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
You Dont Care Nothin
A cat lies awake when it sleeps
Was she conscious of her own miseries
Will the agony of her pain
Win her to enlightenment and set her conscience free
Do you really wanna know what's happening
Do you really wanna know what's going on
Hey girl you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
I never really got a reason
Never had a use for one before but now I know
That there's now a prize
Both for the wise and the unwise
Do you really wanna know what's happening
Do you really wanna know what's going on
Hey girl you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
About me, about me, about me, yeah yeah about me
About me, about me, about me, yeah nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
I said you don't care nothin' 'bout me
You don't care you really don't care
You really don't care no you don't care
I said you don't care nothin' 'bout me
You really don't care no you don't care
Was she conscious of her own miseries
Will the agony of her pain
Win her to enlightenment and set her conscience free
Do you really wanna know what's happening
Do you really wanna know what's going on
Hey girl you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
I never really got a reason
Never had a use for one before but now I know
That there's now a prize
Both for the wise and the unwise
Do you really wanna know what's happening
Do you really wanna know what's going on
Hey girl you better please take a look around
Explore your heart and find out for yourself
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
About me, about me, about me, yeah yeah about me
About me, about me, about me, yeah nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me
Jenny Demilo well don't care nothin' about me
I said you don't care nothin' 'bout me
You don't care you really don't care
You really don't care no you don't care
I said you don't care nothin' 'bout me
You really don't care no you don't care
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
As Wicked
One, two, three, four
I saw an old man on the street
He was in a dumpster looking for something to eat
He moved so slow, like a dying dream
Like a machinist who got caught in the machine
I saw this lady and she was crying
She said it's hard when someone you love is dying
I saw this kid who's about five years old
He was in the park all alone, he was cold
There's somethine coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything may be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
I know this girl, she's barely alive
She's all haggard, she's only twenty-five
She said she never had a friend before
I said "hey girl, I'll be your friend but who is keeping score?"
I saw this other little girl on the phone
Her mother's comforting her from far far from home
The little girl's very hesitant
Her best friend lie dead on the pavement
There's something coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah
I always end up back on the hill
Looking down at the landfill
I always go there when I can
My friend Marty said "Tim, you're a lucky man"
There's something coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
I saw an old man on the street
He was in a dumpster looking for something to eat
He moved so slow, like a dying dream
Like a machinist who got caught in the machine
I saw this lady and she was crying
She said it's hard when someone you love is dying
I saw this kid who's about five years old
He was in the park all alone, he was cold
There's somethine coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything may be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
I know this girl, she's barely alive
She's all haggard, she's only twenty-five
She said she never had a friend before
I said "hey girl, I'll be your friend but who is keeping score?"
I saw this other little girl on the phone
Her mother's comforting her from far far from home
The little girl's very hesitant
Her best friend lie dead on the pavement
There's something coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah yeah
I always end up back on the hill
Looking down at the landfill
I always go there when I can
My friend Marty said "Tim, you're a lucky man"
There's something coming around
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
As wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Avenues & Alleyways
(Oi oi oi) I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You didn't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
Times are gonna change, change or step aside
It's my point of view that took you by surprise
The sun's comin' up yeah the new dawn arrives
The generation standing stand with anger in their eyes
No love in the city 'cause there's no connection
Been stricken with disease a racial infection
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Actions could erase all the fear that we suffer
People segregated no one understands each other
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
Well an eye for an eye yeah a tooth for a tooth
Brother against brother should be singin' with the group
The inner cities burnin' yeah it's screamin' black and blue
The power and the passion of a million youth
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi
(Oi oi oi) I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You din't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
All of the blood that spills of all the guts that fly
The media paints a picture that stains all of us
Pits dogs against cats now who is responsible
The power in the issue the force is unstoppable
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi
(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
(Oi oi oi)
You didn't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
Times are gonna change, change or step aside
It's my point of view that took you by surprise
The sun's comin' up yeah the new dawn arrives
The generation standing stand with anger in their eyes
No love in the city 'cause there's no connection
Been stricken with disease a racial infection
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Actions could erase all the fear that we suffer
People segregated no one understands each other
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
Well an eye for an eye yeah a tooth for a tooth
Brother against brother should be singin' with the group
The inner cities burnin' yeah it's screamin' black and blue
The power and the passion of a million youth
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi
(Oi oi oi) I figured out the problem yeah the problem is you
You din't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
He's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
All of the blood that spills of all the guts that fly
The media paints a picture that stains all of us
Pits dogs against cats now who is responsible
The power in the issue the force is unstoppable
I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
Oi oi oi
(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
(Oi oi oi) I'm a battering ram comin' through to you
In every alleyway on every avenue
(Oi oi oi)
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The Way I Feel
Pick me back up just to throw me back down
Apologies too late when you're up against the wall
Compassion heals while duplicity kills
You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
You moved up the ladder at very rapid speed
We moved methodically and calmly
When you got to the top you see enemies
You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
If I knew back then what I know now
That it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
'Cause you say I'm different, you say I'm different man
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Apologies too late when you're up against the wall
Compassion heals while duplicity kills
You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
You moved up the ladder at very rapid speed
We moved methodically and calmly
When you got to the top you see enemies
You say that I'm different, you say that I'm different
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
If I knew back then what I know now
That it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
'Cause you say I'm different, you say I'm different man
The only thing different is the way I feel about you
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Writer: LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
...And Out Come the Wolves is the third studio album by American punk rock band Rancid. It was released on August 22, 1995, through Epitaph Records. Rancid's popularity and catchy songs made them the subject of a major label bidding war (hence the title, ...And Out Come the Wolves taken from a poem in Jim Carroll's The Basketball Diaries) that ended with the band staying on Epitaph.
With a sound heavily influenced by ska, which called to mind Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman's past in Operation Ivy, Rancid became one of the few bands of the mid-to late-1990s boom in punk rock to retain much of its original fanbase. In terms of record sales and certifications, ...And Out Come the Wolves is a popular album in the United States. It produced three hit singles: "Roots Radicals", "Time Bomb" and "Ruby Soho", that earned Rancid its heaviest airplay on MTV and radio stations to date. All the singles charted on Modern Rock Tracks. ...And Out Come the Wolves was certified gold by the RIAA on January 22, 1996. It was certified platinum on September 23, 2004.
Along with Bad Religion's Stranger than Fiction, Green Day's Dookie and The Offspring's Smash, ...And Out Come the Wolves helped revive mainstream interest in punk rock in the mid-1990s, signaled the initial rise of mainstream punk rock, and proved to be successful for the band.
To coincide with its 20th anniversary, Rancid performed the album live in its entirety on their 2015-2016 Honor Is All We Know world tour.
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RancidWith a sound heavily influenced by ska, which called to mind Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman's past in Operation Ivy, Rancid became one of the few bands of the mid-to late-1990s boom in punk rock to retain much of its original fanbase. In terms of record sales and certifications, ...And Out Come the Wolves is a popular album in the United States. It produced three hit singles: "Roots Radicals", "Time Bomb" and "Ruby Soho", that earned Rancid its heaviest airplay on MTV and radio stations to date. All the singles charted on Modern Rock Tracks. ...And Out Come the Wolves was certified gold by the RIAA on January 22, 1996. It was certified platinum on September 23, 2004.
Along with Bad Religion's Stranger than Fiction, Green Day's Dookie and The Offspring's Smash, ...And Out Come the Wolves helped revive mainstream interest in punk rock in the mid-1990s, signaled the initial rise of mainstream punk rock, and proved to be successful for the band.
To coincide with its 20th anniversary, Rancid performed the album live in its entirety on their 2015-2016 Honor Is All We Know world tour.
Genre(s): Punk rock, ska punk
Producer(s): Jerry Finn, Rancid
Length: 49:39
Released: August 22nd, 1995
Year: 1995