Brixton - Rancid

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke over Oakland

In and out the streets are breathing

Under the smoke over Oakland

Chaos disorder looting and loiter

From a blind man praying for some silence for some silence

Take a loot on the moon not a foot in the room

My best intentions always ended in a fight in a fight

You can send me to hell expose me I’ll tell

Just take control and say what they’re doing what they’re doing

Two-fifty dead the tribune read Oakland’s going off like a bomb!

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke over Oakland

In and out the streets are breathing

Under the smoke over Oakland

Armageddon is coming so yea you better start running

Cause the big wave is coming to the shore — to the shore

No surprise that you see thru the lies

Of a system rotten to the core — to the core

High tech surveilence paranoia and violence

Keeping the city at a calm — at a calm

Two-fifty dead the tribune read Oakland’s going off like a bomb!

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke over Oakland

In and out the streets are breathing

Under the smoke over Oakland

Man, it just don’t seem right

You see, every time I turn around it’s just the same story

And it’s like

«It just don’t seem right and I wonder, is it gonna end?»

Hit it!

Knocking down the doors slogans on the walls

One said, «fight back, yeah, the system will fall»

The police came out with tear gas and flames

Chaos in the city beating them at the game

«Don't pay the poll tax,» the headlines read

Thirty cops beaten another one dead

The fight lasted on through the Brixton night

A thousand angry looters who knew they were right

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke over Oakland

In and out the streets are breathing

Under the smoke over Oakland

I saw a new generation coming

Under the smoke over Oakland

In and out the streets are breathing

Under the smoke over Oakland