If you wanna make a move then you better come in
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..
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..
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 15 years old take him to the youth authority home
First thing you learn is that you got to make it in this world alone..
Now he's gotten out, he's gotten free, he's gotta go, gotta car
He's only 21 years old, he's runnin' numbers from the bar
His pager's beepin', he's got in deep in
Whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'..
Tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below his eye
His mother cries, she knows that he is strong enough
To die he's rollin' in the Cadillac, it's midnight sunroof is down
Three shots rung out the hero's dead, the new king is crowned..
Oh... time bomb..
Artist: Rancid
Album: ... And Out Come The Wolves
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