Life Won’t Wait

5 ContributorsThe Wolf LyricsIn “The Wolf”, Rancid compares money-hungry businessmen, especially those who run record labels, to wolves: ruthless and cruel. Rancid has never been signed to a major label, as they feared it would restrict… Read More I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first

Just like the wolf before he bites me

And I didn't go there I swear that it was cursed

Just as if it was to despite me

I saw some better days, from Beijing to Hunter Place

A portrait of the sum of the last couple years

See I lost an image, an image of chaos

All I've ever known is isolation and pain?

I'm on the verge of losing everything, every single day

In all this deadly drama you know I see myself fall

I've been confusing, a lost canyon, consuming it all

And I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me at first

Just like the wolf before he bites me

And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed

Just as if it was to despite me

So I may be antisocial and shy, and yo, I found myself a job

But I journey and complain, through incredible odds

Is this simple things I guess, a delicate balance

I never really thought I could make it all happen

Now the anarchist kid gives a fuck about you

I stood up every single time that I fell

It's just you, it's just you consuming it all

And I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first

Just like the wolf before he bites me

And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed

Just as if it was to despite them

And I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first

Just like the wolf before he bites me

And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed

Just as if it was to despite me

Yeah

8 Contributors1998 LyricsWhitestone, Queens 1974

Father's talking shit, motherfucker slammed the door

Hit the streets runnin' cannot take it any more?

In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor

On a park bench cold, sleeping here for free

Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery

Set yourself up from innocence to misery

Oh if this is what you want

Not the way of what they fucking say

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA

Sidney Sidney in the USA

Lower east side 1976

Who's got the dope and who's turning tricks?

Should I call a user all for a fix?

Rippin' off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick

But your life moves slow and you got no where to go

What the fuck happens to your soul when your low

Is he comin' over? is he comin' home?

Your mama's disappointed waiting by the phone

Yeah!!!

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA

Sidney Sidney in the USA

Same fuckin' shit 1998

Lifting bait, and motherfuckers that he hates

Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait

Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?

On a park bench cold, sleeping here for free

Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery

Set yourself up from innocence to misery

Well this is what you want?

Not the way they fucking say

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA

Sidney Sidney in the USA