Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said
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Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead
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I exercise my lyrical stylings
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And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
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I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?
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No, aw, the story's sorry but true
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Lord, did you really want them to go?
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No, oh you're so goddamn cold
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We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
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Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
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(watch me now)
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You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you
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You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you
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Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell
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Sherm sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells
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Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh
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I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half
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We came too far now, nowhere we can flop
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Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop
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We got, lead weight subwoofers in the trunk
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Around the world with the Rancid Punx
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This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts
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Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
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Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle
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P U N X tattooed on my knuckles
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Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free
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We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
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Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
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(watch me now)
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We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
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Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
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I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine
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But I still stay focused through good and bad times
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Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
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I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
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From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
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They counted me out, from what? I'm not done
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Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world
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Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
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We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
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Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
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(watch me now)
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D.J. D.J.
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The Transplants |