Roots Radicals Songtext
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Roots Radicals Songtext
Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell
Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
I started thinkin′, you know I started drinkin'
I don't really remember too much of that day
Somethin′ struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you′re only 15?
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 playin', Desmond Dekker was singin′
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming, but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes
I say, why even bother I 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 Cambell
Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
The radio was playin′ Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
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
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
Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
I started thinkin′, you know I started drinkin'
I don't really remember too much of that day
Somethin′ struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you′re only 15?
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 playin', Desmond Dekker was singin′
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming, but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes
I say, why even bother I 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 Cambell
Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin′ for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change
The radio was playin′ Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
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
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
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