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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Armstrong
Guitar
Lars Frederiksen
Guitar
Matt Freeman
Vocals
Brett Reed
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lars Frederiksen
Songwriter
Matt Freeman
Songwriter
Tim Armstrong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerry Finn
Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Michael Rosen
Engineer
Brett Gurewitz
Engineer
Frank Rinella
Assistant Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Joe Pirrera
Assistant Engineer
Steve Sisco
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Took the 60 bus
Out of downtown Campbell
Ben Zanotto, he was on there, he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers
And the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where
They're sparing for change
I started thinkin'
You know I started drinkin'
I don't really remember too much of that day
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you're only 15?
With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh)
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot
You know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the reggae on my stereo
The radio was playin', Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
And we all come from unloving homes
I say, "Why even bother?" I pick up the bottle
Mr. Bus Driver, please let these people on
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh)
It bleeds in me and it goes
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot
You know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the reggae on my stereo
Alright, say yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Took the 60 bus
Out of downtown Campbell
Ben Zanatto, he was on there, he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers
And the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where
They're sparing for change
The radio was playin', Desmond Dekker was singin'
On the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong
With the music execution and the talk of revolution (whoa, oh)
It bleeds in me and when it goes
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot
You know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the reggae on my stereo
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot
You know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot
The roots, the reggae on my stereo
Writer(s): Lars Frederiksen, Timothy Armstrong, Roger M. Freeman
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