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Santa Claus put,
cocaine in my stocking then he called the cops
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
They rolled up to my house and checked the mail box
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
They stuck a warrant in the window, battered down the door
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
I told them Santa did it, and I know that is for sure
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
Oh Santa, you're a back-stabbing son of a bitch
You sick bastard, your plan went off without a hitch
Handcuffed and thrown in the back of the cruiser
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
I told the officer, "Look! There goes my abuser!"
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
They called in Santa as a witness for a crime that he committed
Yeah, he threw me under the bus
On the night of Christmas Eve, you know I spent the night in jail
'Cause of him, that's just my luck!
I woke up in my cell on the very next day
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
I saw the drug dealing bastard riding north in his sleigh
I got SWAT'd on Christmas Eve
Then the officer, said, "You're innocent and that's no lie"
Then he told me, "Your only charge has been a DUI"
Then he grabbed me by the neck and threw me back in the cell
I lost my license on Christmas Day
Failure to appear in court, illegal BAC as well!
I lost my license on Christmas Day
So I called my wife up and said I need some cash for bail
I lost my license on Christmas Day
She said, "Tough luck, honey! Enjoy your Christmas Day in jail!"
I lost my license on Christmas Day
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2nd Rate
04:03
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We choose to live our lives
The way that we do
We don't care what you think, don't care what you say
Don't wanna hear from you
Live the lives that we live
Live without no fear
No gin, no wine, but might take some pride in an ice cold beer
We ain't doctors or lawyers but we're here and alive
We're doing alright, we get by and survive
A bunch of blue collar guys who accept their fate
We won't look back now, cause now it's too late
But one day we'll all look back on that day
Where we laid down our conscience and let it take us away
Living honorable lives, there ain't much to hate
But one thing we'll know before it's too late
You know that we will always be
Always be 2nd Rate
Well I'm a 2nd Rate Citizen, I never learned from the book
From the job to the bar was the path that you took
Never dabbled in crime, though we dress like we should
We all just worked and played
We're just misunderstood
We ain't doctors or lawyers but we're here and alive
We're doing alright, we get by and survive
A bunch of blue collar guys who accept their fate
We won't look back now, cause now it's too late
But one day we'll all look back on that day
Where we laid down our conscience and let it take us away
Living honorable lives, there ain't much to hate
But one thing we'll know before it's too late
You know that we will always be
Always be 2nd Rate
I'm a citizen of the 2nd Rate
A citizen of the 2nd Rate
A citizen of the 2nd Rate
A citizen of the 2nd Rate
A citizen of the 2nd Rate!
A citizen of the 2nd Rate!
A citizen of the 2nd Rate!
A citizen of the 2nd Rate!
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Powered By Rock and Roll
03:40
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Waiting for the time where you don't waste your life away
Looking back to the past where you had too much hell to pay
Your future ain't bright and nothing seems right
You hide in the shadows but can't see the light
But when you turn up that dial, you know it's gonna be alright
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
Everything's alright you can feel it in your heart and your soul
The sounds of the guitars and the beat of the drums
Makes you wanna rock until the morning comes
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
Don't you look at the bad in life. It'll only do you wrong
Turn that dial up to 11, blasting out your favorite song
So when you're feeling down, and when you're feeling low
Like Rancid said, when I got the music, I got a place to go
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
Everything's alright you can feel it in your heart and your soul
The sounds of the guitars and the beat of the drums
Makes you wanna rock until the morning comes
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
This life's too short to leave you dull and dry
Turn on your favorite record cause you know it'll get you by
Don't need no drugs for a false sense of life
The power of rock and roll is all we need
It's our greatest high!
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
Everything's alright you can feel it in your heart and your soul
Living life, powered by rock and roll
Everything's alright you can feel it in your heart and your soul
The sounds of the guitars and the beat of the drums
Makes you wanna rock until the morning comes
So we'll live our lives, powered by rock and roll
By rock and roll
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2nd Rate Citizen Rhode Island
Street Punk and Hardcore Rock and Roll from the gutters of Central Falls, RI
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