Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead I exercise my lyrical stylings And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you? No, aw, the story's sorry but true Lord, did you really want them to go? No, oh you're so goddamn cold
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now) You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell Germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half We came too far now, nowhere we can flop Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop
We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk Around the world with the Rancid Punx This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle P U N X tattooed on my knuckles Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now)
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine But I still stay focused through good and bad times Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds They counted me out, from what? I'm not done Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
(watch me now)
Compositores: Timothy Armstrong, Rob Aston ECAD: Obra #17124949 Fonograma #17560089