Time Bomb Rancid
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[Verse 1: Tim Armstrong]
Yeah, If you wanna make a move then you better commit
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Livin' and dyin' and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life's knowin' when you're through
[Chorus]
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
[Verse 2: Tim Armstrong]
Well, he's back in the hole where they got him livin' like a rat
But he's smarter than that, nine lives like a cat
Fifteen years old, take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn, you gotta make it in this world alone
[Chorus]
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
[Verse 3: Tim Armstrong]
Now he's gotten out, he gotten free, he got a coat, got a car
He's twenty-one years old, he's runnin' numbers from the bar
His pager's beepin', he's gettin' deep in
Whatever he can move on in, you know that kid's a creepin'
Yeah, If you wanna make a move then you better commit
It's just the ability to reason that wears so thin
Livin' and dyin' and the stories that are true
Secrets to a good life's knowin' when you're through
[Chorus]
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
[Verse 2: Tim Armstrong]
Well, he's back in the hole where they got him livin' like a rat
But he's smarter than that, nine lives like a cat
Fifteen years old, take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn, you gotta make it in this world alone
[Chorus]
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
Black coat, white shoes, black hat, Cadillac
Yeah, the boy's a time bomb
[Verse 3: Tim Armstrong]
Now he's gotten out, he gotten free, he got a coat, got a car
He's twenty-one years old, he's runnin' numbers from the bar
His pager's beepin', he's gettin' deep in
Whatever he can move on in, you know that kid's a creepin'
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