Turntable — Rancid

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He's gonna go go get it Gonna run run set it

Hidden realm Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it It's not the style, nor a trial It's the best of love and hate Come on everybody, lets get together I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table What was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a dj's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile With no dimensions in sight Well given an inch, a billion colors The entire world's contrast light

Oh it ain't right, another fight Well all of it's so very clear With my passion on a stud, i walked through I walked through the vicious ones I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table What was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a dj's turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time) Getting across this trust Passive resistance, your assistance (you're the one smoking dust)

It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate) Come on everybody lets get together, i appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table I once/what was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a dj's turntable

Well ya spin like a dj's turntable Well ya spin like a dj's turntable Well ya spin like a dj's turntable