40 oz. to Freedom Album

Artist(s): Sublime

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Sublime 40 oz. to Freedom Cover Art

Tracklist

Waiting for My Ruca

length: 2:21
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell

On the eastside, that's where I met my Ramona,
"I wanna go to a party," that's what she said
Lonely, that's what I been

Here's my telephone number call me
And to a party a house par-ty
Whole lotta people just rally-round-me and love,
She send a message of love
She said I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap, BAH BAH.
Ramona please step back

Cause she's my Ruca, I'm barely waiting for my hiena
She moved from Long Beach down to LA
Right now she selling oranges by the freeway
I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one tell me
And she said "Your not the only one, but your the best Bradley"
And know now I waiting for my Ruca and I barely pulled up with my hiena
I know tonight I be behind her, don't **** around with my hiena.

Get Out!

length: 3:32
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
My place is not a home, don't make no difference
But I have found that I need a place to stay
I never listen to what the landlord man say
You should've seen the flops in my house
We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilins
Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT"

Hold me and don't let go
Makes no difference that your a ho
'Cause I need a place to stay and though disease was just the price I paid.
In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
That girl is dead to me now and I say .."get out"

All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime
It ain't anarchist, it's the **** you missed
We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist
We know you mutha that this is the **** that you put in the box And say damn it's a hit
And to all the radios and the tv shows
Cause we don't kiss no *** or kick down free shows
What you get is the kind no econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-are-you-m-s

Let the lovin' take a hold over me
Let the lovin' take a hold over me
"Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
1992 so lets all start uniting
Put your hands together be the best you can be
Let this jam take us to 1993
Stay positive and the love will come back to me

40 oz. to Freedom

length: 3:03
producer: Sublime and Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
writer: Marshall Goodman, Bradley Nowell
You've got your hair permed
You've got your red dress on
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on
And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here
And you'll be gone before too long

Who taught you those new tricks?
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
But life is one big question when your starin' at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to freedom,
So I take that walk.

And I know that oh, I'm not comin' back
Oh not going back
Oh God knows not going back
Oh not goin'

You look so fine, when you lie, it just don't show,
That I know which way the wind blows
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
Even though I feel bad

And I know that, oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back

Oh, I'm not goin' back
Oh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back

Smoke Two Joints

length: 2:54
writer: Chris Kay, Michael Kay
I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joint at night
I smoke two joint in the afternoon
It makes me feel all right

I smoke two joints in time of peace
And two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more

Daddy he once told me,
"Son, you be hard workin' man"
And momma she once told me,
"Son, you do the best you can"
Then one day I met a man,
He came to me and said,
"Hard work good and hard work fine,
But first take care of head"

Whoa rock me to the night
Jah say

We’re Only Gonna Die for Our Arrogance

length: 3:28
composer: Greg Graffin
lyricist: Greg Graffin
arranger: Jay Bentley, Brett Gurewitz, Greg Graffin, Pete Fienstone
Early man walked away
As modern man took control
Their mind's weren't all the same
And to conquer was their goal
So he built his great empire
And he slaughtered his own kind
He died a confused man
Killed self in his own mind,

[Repeat x2]
Early man walked away
As modern man took control
Their mind's weren't all the same
And to conquer was their goal
So he built his great empire
And he slaughtered his own kind
He died a confused man
And killed himself in his own mind, let's go!

[Repeat x2]
Early man walked away
As modern man took control
Their mind's weren't all the same
And to conquer was their goal
So he built his great empire
And he slaughtered his own kind
He died a confused man
And killed himself in his own mind, let's go!

We're only gonna die from our own arrogance,
That's why we might as well take our time

Don’t Push

length: 4:19
composer: Sublime
Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night
And it goes

If I was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was Half Pint I'd ball the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rats I would be stayin' up all night
If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were Valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do,
I'd point that **** straight at the sky
And shoot heaven on down for you
Because the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night
And it goes

I want a lover, I can't find the time
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme
And I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
Just lay on the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Now a days, as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
Funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin'

Stolen from an Africa land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw my best friend tonight, so don't push me too far

I'm gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
Get hit get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me that I won't bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Ruffle the rhythm and it must be Sublime
Listen yellow lover yeah it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line

Go and raid the sound and tell the people the news oh, hey
Tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here I am from the place where the sun keeps shine new style in a unique fashion
And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin'

People want to come up and they want to tell me smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi
You're pumpin' that **** yo we're sick of it
Teakin' every weekend and we just can't take it
We don't want plastic

5446 / Ball and Chain

length: 5:18
composer: Toots Hibbert, Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Toots Hibbert, Bradley Nowell
Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
And give it to a police man?
I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that.
If I did that would you say, "Sir come down and put the charge on me"?
I wouldn't do that, no I wouldn't do that.
I'm not a fool to hurt myself, but I was innocent to what they done to me,
They were wrong, they were wrong.

Give it to me, one time,
Give it to me, two times,
Give it to me, three times,
Give it to me, four times

Oh 5446 what's my number? What's my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.
One more time 5447, what's my number? What's my number now?
Right now somebody else has that number.

Give it to me, one time,
Give it to me, two times,
Give it to me, three times,
Give it to me, four times

People listen up don't stand to near
I've got something that you all should hear.
All lies, all the lies she told to me
Make a little part of history.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
Fall in love, get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby's on the way.
Kiss 'em on the cheek and life's okay.
I don't feel, no pain. I don't have, no time
To listen to conflicting points of view.
Oh it's a crazy world to live alone,
A ball and chain I call my own

People listen up don't stand to close
I've got something that you all should know
Holy matrimony is not for me.
Rather die alone in misery.
I was always taught that boy meets girl,
Fall in love, get married and forget the world.
Nine months later, the sweet baby's on the way.
Isn't that what they used to say?
With a girl that you knew,
And the bonds that we grew.
Turned into a ball and chain.
I step into the great unknown,
A ball and chain I call my own.

With a girl that you knew,
And the bonds that we grew,
Turned into a ball and chain.
Oh, I step into the great unknown,
With a ball and chain I call my own.
Because marriage doesn't work in the world today
It's an institution that is in decay.
And if I have love I wish to portray,
I will surely find another way.

Because I was always taught that boy meets girl,
Fall in love, get married and forget the world.
Nine months later the sweet baby's on the way,
Kiss 'em on the cheek and life's ok.
I don't feel no pain, I don't have no time
To listen to conflicting points of view
I step into the great unknown,
On a ball and chain I call my own

Badfish

length: 3:06
recording engineer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
vocal: Bradley Nowell
electric guitar: Bradley Nowell
mixer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
engineer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
producer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
drums (drum set): Bud Gaugh
organ: Eric Wilson
electric bass guitar: Eric Wilson
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
When you grab a hold of me
Tell me that I'll never be set free
But I'm a parasite,
Creep and crawl I step into the night.
Two pints of booze
Tell me are you a badfish too?
Are you a badfish too?
Ain't got no money to spend
I hope the night will never end
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Baby you're a big blue whale
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails
I swim, but wish I'd never learned
The water's too polluted with germs
I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead
Grab the reef underneath my bed (it's underneath my bed)
Ain't got no quarrels with God
Ain't got no time to grow old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Ain't got no quarrels with God
Ain't got no time to get old
Lord knows I'm weak
Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Lets Go Get Stoned

length: 3:38
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
I swear sometimes you're taking me for granted
I swear sometime you're a whore
I swear but I know there ain't no reason
Cause everything is such a bore

At night I had a dream, though it made me sick
Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone else's ****, (my goodness!)
My friends all laughed, said it was my fault
Said it's time that it happened to me
But I know that the show was much more than a blow
So I'm waiting for the tide to get low
Waiting for the tide to get low

If I was an ant, live upon the wall
Tell me baby would it make any difference at all
If I was a roach on a tree tell me would you smoke me?
Bright lights put me in a trance
But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance (word)
I don't gamble but I bet
I'm gonna die if I don't get a cigarette
Hold me close I always play the mack
With the monkey on my back.

New Thrash

length: 1:30
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
I got so much trouble on my mind
That it feels just like I'm always sleeping with the enemy
But I know the real world always gets the last word
And that's why you gotta kick reality.
So don't tease me and try to say I should care.
I might as well go out for mine
Cause everybody's going out for theirs.

So don't tell me about a fake drug war
Go cut education programs more
The people will one day learn and rise
Cause not everyone is out to score.

People always ask me why people are all ****ed up
At every corner liquor store.

Scarlet Begonias

length: 3:34
composer: Jerry Garcia
lyricist: Robert Hunter
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion but I might as well try
Might as well try

She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without asking she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, like other girls

Well I ain't never been right as I ain't never been wrong
As everything works out the way it does in this song
Cause once in a while you get shown in the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

It was the summer of love and I thank the stars above
Because the women took a lovin' over me
And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus
Because I sold off all my personal property

A tie-tie-dyed dress, she was a psychedelic mess
We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
Yes now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,
She's got the police coming after me

Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves
All scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues
And there ain't nothin' wrong with the love that's in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way just to let her pass by, let her pass by.
Oh just let her pass by

Live at E’s

length: 3:09
recording engineer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
vocal: Marshall Goodman and Bradley Nowell
mixer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
producer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
drums (drum set): Marshall Goodman
electric guitar: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
percussion: Marshall Goodman
electric bass guitar: Eric Wilson
Yesterday I saw a whore
Lookin' out for more
While she makes my body ache
Still I walk in then I say

A Well, uh
I'm on the mic doin', uh
The things you like and I'm, uh
Ras M.G. and I'm, uh
Treat you right

'Cause all the ladies and me,
You see we both agree,
That, uh, I'm goin' down in world history, well yo

Whoa, she makes my body ache
And you know I live for more
I won't flake or perpetrate
I won't front no funky ho

Don't get me wrong I'm just, uh
Singin' my song
I'm just like you,
I like to ball my freaks all night long

Not only do I rhyme
I also cut so nice
And all the fightin' perpetratin' DJ's want my slice
'Cause I'm select

Perpetratin' DJ's, come and look for me
Rock me rubadub rock and roll MC
So sweet and so nice,
They call me delight

Go,ah,go,ah,go,ah,go,ah,go,ah,go go

Go Eric
Think of somethin'
Sing somethin'

My name is Eric, I have nothing to say
Because I am not a ****ing DJ
And if you wanna come talk to me
Then you gotta talk to my man Bradley
Ha ha ha ha ha

Oh, yeah
Hold up the lyrics
Round in the come and I see
Because I'm not from ya'll
Now, man, I feel it come from us
Be yourself
So if my lyrics are for your ****
Combit, for it, for my lone man
See, that's why ya'll come to see it
My rock, it come forward on the mic style
See our kooky, ****in' place
You in our scene

Uh, uh, elected
My rhymes will be perfected
The fightin' MC's will be dissected and rejected
I am the most impressive,
Aspective, and progressive
Motivating, innovating, chillin' and digested

It's obvious as ever
It will be specialized
If your trying to proclaim, uh
It can't be compromised
I am a fresh MC,
As you can plainly see
You won't regret a dj fresh until you soon agree
So take a seat and feel the beat
Of course it is okay, uh, uh

Yes, I still rock M.C. (Not Judgement Day)
Yo. You're no jumpin', Jay
That's right. We outta here
5000 G, 5000 G,
We outta here, we outta here
Peace
Peace, nothing but peace and unity
Seen love and no fight can go in the middle
Say,

All right

D.J.s

length: 3:18
producer: Sublime and Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Start talkin' trash and we'll come with my Smith and Wesson
A little competition comes my way but it always winds up the same,
"The stone that the builder refuse shall be the head cornerstone"

Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night
All of the d.j.s surely have taken a lesson
Try talkin' trash and I'll go with my Smith and Wesson

Enough d.j.s come with enough style
But when I bus my lyrics we all know it's wicked-wily.
Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night

You better strap with the gat
If you wanna walk with me, bound to come down
With the new stylee, rockin rub-a-dub know as reggae music
Gotta come down with some new lyrics
It just ain't nothing, oh I said, it's been a real long time

Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
And still I sit and lie awake all night
Rub-a-dub blender a new mixer
I am the one with d.j. with enough flavor
Hear the dub, hear my dub, hear my dub down d.j. and say lord have his grilled cheese.
I ain't Jamaican, but I ain't no freak
Caught the man eno with the one pound bag o' tweak
And called him ghost rider every time you see them he fulfill the danger

Ain't nothin' wrong, ain't nothing right
But still I sit and lie awake all night
Dread gotta a job to do and he might fulfill his mission
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition
But ah we will survive in this world of competition
Shooting guns and ammunition

I won't wait so long
I said I won't wait so long
For you

Stop your messin' around,
Better think of your future
Time to straighten right out, or you'll wind up in jail

Chica Me Tipo

length: 2:16
composer: Marshall Goodman, Eric Wilson, Bradley Nowell
translator: Bradley Nowell
No me importa que se lleva (It doesn't matter what you're wearing)
Porque todo se quitara (Because it will all come off)
Ay no puedo verlo (I can't see you)
Ni en pintura (Not even in paint)

[Chorus]
Cuando empecemos, no me dio cuenta (When we started, I didn't realize)
De que luego, tuviera que pagar (That later I would have to pay)
Pero, se dice tambien (but, it is also said)
Me muera acostarme con ti (I'm dying to lay down with you)
Con ti (with you)

No me propongo predicar (I don't propose to preach)
Vive y dejar vivir (Live and let live)
Pero el amigo (But a friend)
Es un condon en el bolsillo (Is a condom in your pocket)

Yo no soy medico, no soy chapocero (I'm not a doctor, I'm not a joker)
Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo (I'm just poor, and now I'm so lonely)
Pero si se cambie (But if she changes)
Ella seria la mia (She will be mine)
Para ser poseido en propeidad (To be possessed as property)
En propeidad (As property)

I've got to get alive with you
Whoa I cannot do?
I will lay down anytime with her
With her.

Right Back

length: 2:50
composer: Bradley Nowell
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
Your girlfriend said so but I don't really know
That don't mean we ****ed around that night last week when you left town

I was tweakin' by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
Sometimes right now since I've left the pen
I feel like I'm right back there again

Sometimes I pray, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I bought myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone
My girlfriend said so, she's a little ho
That don't mean I **** around, I like to keep that higher ground

Sometimes I pray, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I bought myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from
Don't tease me, don't tease me, don't tease
Sometimes I pray, waiting waiting for some bright holiday
So I bought myself a gun and I'm right back right back where I'm from

What Happened

length: 3:26
composer: Sublime
Wake up in the morning
clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun
There's no recollection
of the evil things I've done
My head feels like I musta' had some fun

What happened?

Last thing I remember
I was chillin at a party
Pinching girlie's asses
I was drinking recklessly

I know I did something
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends say me

What happened?

What am I doing here
Who is this girl in my bed
What is this shit on my face
My God, what is that awful smell


She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

What happened?

Threw a bottle at the bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someone's drink
And threw a bike into a pool

Driven down the side walk
Like a drunken possessed fool
I broke every single traffic rule.

What happened?
What happened?

Let's go

She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

New Song

length: 3:15
recording engineer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
vocal: Bradley Nowell
electric guitar: Bradley Nowell
mixer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
producer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
drums (drum set): Bud Gaugh
electric bass guitar: Eric Wilson
composer: Sublime
I heard that payback's a mother ****in' *****
But I won't stress and I won't switch
And I would not take my life
Glory please my God the only thing on my mind
Takes up all of my time
And I said ooh!
Running from a gun
Or some brain that ways a ton
And my God it hurts to get so low
Searchin' through the cars
Cold still searchin' through the night
I think I will run to you but I refuse to fuss and fight

And God may find a reason
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
He who stands for freedom
God knows I've got the number
But maybe I just use too much

I was sitting in that bar
Now I'm sittin' in that stolen car
Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
Saw you with a gleam
And the microphone scene
Think I will run, to you
But I know I won't live for me
Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme
Please tell me, why he takes up all my time
I've been drinking, just like you
And baby, you've got something I can use

Payback's a mother ****in' blast
But I won't stress and I won't blast
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above
Takes up all of my time
And I said

(Why must I feel like that?)

Running from a gun
And some brain that ways a ton
You know, I did that line for Flava' Flav

But, all the D.J.'s do it
All the D.J.'s use it
I would run, I would switch
But I want to be the same
And I know I'll find a reason
Cause I always bust a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
The "T" hear stands for treason
The "D" hear stands for dove
And maybe I just use too,
Maybe I'm just used too much
And maybe I just use too much.

Ebin

length: 3:32
lyricist: Bradley Nowell
composer: Bradley Nowell
"You could hear the ****in' fleas crawlin' on my nuts"

Out my window cool and bright
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed

Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he's down with the PLO
He's cold kickin it live with the KKK
No XXX, no JFA

Cooly was sportin' black denim shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged

Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed

I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah

Hooked on crack just the other day
Now he's down with the CIA
We got covert operation in Vietnam
Making hits and ***assination he's long gone

He went down to protect his country
Eat Mexican food and makes lots o' money
Come back a God and drive a big white car
And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua
Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame

Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you
Oh you changed,
Oh you changed,
Oh how you changed

I give you a hard time, didn't want to stay
Got outta jail just the very next day
It's plain to see my friend Ebin is a Nazi
He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah

Out my window cool and bright
Day so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin's changed

Date Rape / Rawhide

length: 4:39
composer: Bradley Nowell, Dimitri Tiomkin
lyricist: Bradley Nowell, Ned Washington

Hope

length: 1:44
composer: Milo Aukerman
lyricist: Milo Aukerman
How can you say. "You torture me" when you're already thinking about someone else.
When he comes home you'll be in his arms and I'll be gone.
But I know my day will come I know someday I'll be the only one.
So now you wait for a spark you now it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.

Call me selfish, call it what you like I think it's right.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.

So now you wait for his ****, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll now I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.

You say you want perfection, that's your self-destruction.
You don't know what you want, it's gonna take you a year to find out.
I am not givin' up.
And when you've had enough, you take your bruised little head
And you'll come running back to me
I know that I will be the only one.

KRS-One

length: 2:24
writer: Bradley Nowell, Marshall Goodman
school they never taught 'bout hamburgers or steak
elijah mohammed or the welfare state
but i know, and i know because of krs one
yeah and i know, and i know because of krs one
because hes droppin, droppin, droppin science, droppin history
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Rivers of Babylon

length: 2:29
producer: Michael "Miguel" Happoldt
vocal: Bradley Nowell
guest: Jack Maness
guitar: Bradley Nowell
guest guitar: Jack Maness
xylophone: Eric Wilson
writer: Trevor McNaughton, Brent Dowe
By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.

Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?

So let the words of our mouth
And the meditations of our hearts
Be acceptable in thy sight
Override

By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.

Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?
How can we sing King Alpha's song in a strange land?

Thanx

length: 4:23
writer: Bradley Nowell, Eric Wilson, Marshall Goodman
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by be Dowe and Trevor McNaughton

Alright now, crucial thanks
Out to the Happoldt, Nowell and Wilson families
For their patience and support, we love ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail

To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it happen
The LBP, the world famous Juice Bros
The field marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd I

Thanks out to Bad Religion and the Descendants
George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops
But only when they ain't hangin' out
To Toby dog, to Louie dog, to Matt dog

James Brown, The BSM, to Miles Davis
The Canda all night rocker
To south side part, and Cathrine, what's up, dude?
And alright, now best wishes out to Eno and Shelly
And their baby on the way

Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night

PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
How about the Butthole Surfers and Frank Zappa
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka
And all the Ziggens' around the world

To Jack, the Third, to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you to Scum, hard as smoke and cheap as wood
To Scumette and The Vandals

How about HR? For 'nuff inspiration, 'nuff respect
Hey Nick Tweek, Joanne and Caroline
Hey ah, I gotta say w'sup ta ****in' Snow
And Bam Bam and all The East Side Stoners

St.Tucko, Sean Stern, The Ken G Easly project
Steve Sepada, and ah, Richard Greco
And everyone down at Bogarts, thanks a million

I gotta say w'sup and thank you to Dave Shae and Greg A
Whom without this wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap

To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada.
I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade, Imagine Yellow Suns
Everyone out at Band is Dead

Kevin Swinson, Freesia, Cold Duke Train, and Wister
And ah, how could I not thank Mark Mandoo
And the One Live Crew and all the Lakewood posse

Mr.Capoo, and the Antioch posse
Especially the Johnson family, what's up Miss. J?
I gotta say what's up to Dirty Al, Jennifer Henry
And Kelly too out in San Fransisco
Lisa Johnson in Austin, Tonto, Jimmy Carl Black, M

Ah, Marcado Carebea in Austin
Thanks a lot Lee for gettin' us in out of the heat
Jimmy's in New Orleans, the Hard Backin' Gainsville, Florida
Mark Goodnight for his psycopath

Alright,we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his pad and we stayed there
But ah, ya, know it was great

To Jack Tripper, even though he don't know a goddamn thing about Orlando
To Ingrid in Arcada, Rusty, Bermuda, Pete and Sara
Shannon Boil, to the Space Fish, sorry guys maybe next time
NKOTB in Costa Mesa, The O.K. Hotel in Seattle
To Joel for gettin' us that **** at Waves, we needed that man, thanks bro

To Nija Man, Tam, D'Arby Crash, Dee Boone
Alex Neeka, come visit, goddamn it
Grin, Craig Caski, Dave Cornbloom of Beth Larson
To everyone at the church of rock and roll

We gotta say w'sup to Cory and her best friend Jorji,
The Meat Puppets, Tar Babies, Kate 'n' Frank out at Zed's
Scott down at Ten Ton, every one down there at Deja, thanks

CMJ Enterprises, Molly Cantrell, Courtney Beatmon
The Mecca Park and Recreations department, **** twenty nine palms
Hey Lisa G, what up punk? To Kenny for scarlet Inspirations
T Bus Face, the Soup Like and The Manage