Danny cleaned up the mess that he left As he explained it to me Well he wept and he wept He said ' IT DONT MAKE NO FUCKIN' SENSE!' He told me ' little Lars
Bastards play street punk rock and roll We're bad boys, yea and we're back in town with D-Hodge at the wheel and Tim A. witht he sound We're bastards
freedom demanded Waiting in the sand is how they planned it Enter a series of calamites All things considered humanities All the days of biotech will
Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night We're meager disciples they gather in light It's time for the indignant paupers to speak This
is the unknown bastard here And all you mothers fuckers get ready For the heavy sounds of Campbell California This is Lars Frederiksen and The Bastards
one, yeah, two by two Yeah, three by three, yeah, four by four [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] One day, one day and it won't be long And all them fine chicks will
Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody No retreat American dead better than red another politician with a debt on his head Bodies ripped covered in
Like zombies in the night, she's creeping around my house. The moonlight burns my eyes, nocturnally hypnotizes. She's just a memory that's got a thirst
Well I'll creep in your room when your not there Well I'll creep in your head and I'll creep in your bed And your walls will be stained with the blood
Marie, Marie, playing guitar On the back porch I sit in my car while she sings So sad, Marie, Marie Marie, Marie, it's so lonely In these farmlands Please
said a??come over herea?? I love her breasts and I love her thighs And I love her smile and her deep brown eyes Well the first days of spring Good luck will
Hey you in the red dress, I know you're not trying to impress me. In line from a distance, Too scared at all to ask your name. All alone on a hot summer
Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws From their boots to their mutton chops Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards
your life among the light's fluorescent shine I operate right through your spine Blast in your foundation with chaos and aggression You just might like what you will
It's the end of Camelot And if you're ready or not You can smell the rot of an army off zombies The whole world's shakin and the bones are breakin So
We laugh but no one's laughing We kiss and no one cares So, we shout but no one's listening So, we live like no one dares For you Well, I'll be your
the palms, I was raised by bikers. Got a friend in Quenton another in Rykers. At the age of 21 Rancid Punx, well I'm a lifer. There will be an altercation
with her man again Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan ...Hey! This is Lars over here... and
