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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rancid
Rancid
Performer
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Guitar
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Guitar
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Vocals
Matt Freeman
Matt Freeman
Bass
Brett Reed
Brett Reed
Drums
Luis Conte
Luis Conte
Percussion
Vic Ruggiero
Vic Ruggiero
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Songwriter
Lars Frederiksen
Lars Frederiksen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Armstrong
Tim Armstrong
Mixing Engineer
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Producer
Nick Raskulinecz
Nick Raskulinecz
Engineer
Andrew Alekel
Andrew Alekel
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Dan Hoal
Dan Hoal
Assistant Engineer
John Cranfield
John Cranfield
Assistant Engineer
Pete Martinez
Pete Martinez
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Hold your head up high, Cuz tomorrow you may die, Cuz no one's safe around here, No one's safe around here. Stand your ground, Til you're the last one in town. Someone that you trust turned out to be a tricker, Smoking cigarettes, getting stoned on liquor, Getting really dizzy, only getting sicker, Small problems now only seem bigger. America's a safe place, If you're gonna leave it, And the rhetoric is there, If you're gonna read it, And the hollow masses, The machines defeated, And the rich look down to arrive on the bleeding. Hold your head up high, Cuz tomorrow you may die, Cuz no one's safe around here, No one's safe around here. Stand your ground, Til you're the last one in town. Hardly enough, It gets tough when you're running, So you bust out the homeless, When they start coming, In LA, Broadway, it's wicked when they're watching, And your backup and your backup and your backup ain't working. There's no food, so you're spurred into action, Set up and go to no satisfaction, Ice and snow is the city passion, When you walk in the shadows, girl, there's no protection. Hold your head up high, Cuz tomorrow you may die, Cuz there's no one safe around here, No one's safe around here. Stand your ground, Til you're the last one in town. [Skin head Rob:] OK, well, This is the city of Los Angeles, And it never sleeps, It may look like it, But it doesn't. It lives and breathes nocturnally, So when you've got no place to sleep at night, And you're all huddled up, And you're cold, Well, this song goes out to the city's forgotten. Hey, Tim, take us on home... Underlying reason, well she can't keep it going, In the middle of the night, They found her frozen, And the Wal-Mart sign, Keeps on glowing, And the winds of change keep on blowing. Hold your head up high, Cuz tomorrow you may die, Cuz no one's safe around here, No one's safe around here. Stand your ground, Til you're the last one in town.
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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