Roots Radicals
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Lyrics
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
Wriers where they sparing for change I started thinkin you know I started
Drinkin you know I dont 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 bleed in me and it goes give em the
Boot the roots the radicals give em the boot you know Im 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.
Waitin for me all the punk rockers and the moon stompers are out on the
Wriers where they sparing for change I started thinkin you know I started
Drinkin you know I dont 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 bleed in me and it goes give em the
Boot the roots the radicals give em the boot you know Im 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.
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