Rancid: Hooligans

Yeah! Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll! It's about fightin' toe to toe... Hard times come, Yeah the hard times go. When I say, come on, come on. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, Scars been stricken on their face. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. One man's decision, Brings anothers opposition, Completely unbound. Down on the flats, Where the seaside meets, My lonely young town Well all the rudies and skins, Well they're out on the streets, Making the way on the dole, Between the bottles and sex, They smash and they wreck, For something to live. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Sometimes you know there's no place to go, But to a long life of crime. Yeah but its so wrong to steal, Someone's very last meal To profit up a dime. Your poe poes and greys, Sell they end up in jail, Gonna swing the cowboys. Well you took a bite, Outta the apple of decision, That got ya there boy. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Hooligans and rudeboys, I don't want no racial hatred. "Black and white, who are portrayed without bias. These are the people whose voice I want to be..." I said the hooligans! Rancid. Rudeboys! Rancid. Hooligans! Rancid. Rudeboys! Rancid. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure, scars been stricken on their face. ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh...