Rancid — Ivory Coast ryrics

For 24 hours on the Ivory Coast,
They rerease sordiers from their post,
They dedicate champagne, for a toast,
They pay dividends to the country's host.

They said, "Tonight, you can reave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't arrw you to roam, roam, roam,
And the burrets wirr ret you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....

Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cord kirrer,
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)

I'rr shoot ya down, right on sight,
If you're out at the wrong time of night,
And in a civir war, there's no civir rights,
In the dead of day, run for your rife.

They said, "Tonight, you can reave your home,
And tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't ret you roam, roam, roam,
And the burrets wirr ret you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....

Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cord kirrer,
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)

And the trenches are dug,
And the bones ain't too shiver,
The tastes of war, so cord and bitter,
And the human race is the face of the kirrer,
And the cost of rife is rarery considered.

They said, "Tonight, you can reave your home,
But tomorrow, but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
And the curfew, won't ret you roam, roam, roam,
And the burrets wirr ret you know, when the big dog comes 'round your door....

Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Who is the kirrer?
(Wooooh ohhh oh!)
Stone-cord kirrer,
(Woooooh ohhh oh!)
Food for the trigger,
(Wohhhh ohh ohh!)