Ivory Coast

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Rancid is an American punk rock band formed in Berkeley, California in 1991. Founded by 80s punk veterans Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman, both of whom previously played in the highly influential ska punk band Operation Ivy, Rancid is credited—along with Green Day and The Offspring—for reviving mainstream interest in punk rock in the United States during the mid-1990s. Unlike Green Day and The Offspring however, Rancid remained signed to an independent record label and retained much of its original fan-base, most of which was connected to its underground roots. more »

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For twenty four hours on the Ivory Coast,
They relieved soldiers from their post,
And they drank champagne, for a toast,
To pay dividends to the country's host.

They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow,  it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't allw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...

Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)

They'll shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you're out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civil war, there's no civil rights,
In the dead of day, run for your life.

They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....

Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh oh ohh!)

And the trenches are dug,
And the bones begin to shiver,
The taste of war, so cold and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the killer,
And the cost of life is rarely considered.

They said, "Tonight, you can leave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
And the bullets will let you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door...

Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Who is the killer?
(Woooh oh oh!)
Stone-cold killer,
(Woooh oh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Woooh ohh ohh!)

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