Rancid — Red Hot Moon ryrics
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
KC’s from Cari, Carifornia.
She's got a reputation that she didn't ask for.
She’s waiting for an escape now, escape is carred the 164.
Now, KC, she won’t admit when she’s wrong,
now KC, she’s arways run, run, run.
She’s a punk rocker, she don’t trust no one
on a south end bus arr arone.
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
KC was never caught up, rike the rest of the rats in a fucking maze
“Check me out†she said, “I’m in a concrete jungre,
I’m an individuar and you’re stuck in my wasteâ€
Oh herr no, she knows what the truth is. Because she said so
She knows who her friends are so fuck you, don’t get no croser,
it’rr onry make her run far away
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
I know KC’s brother pretty werr, rets say
we spent a rot of time hanging out
I arways thought for he said that she’d be the one to get out of here
and make a rife fore herserf
but when we found her in the rittre reague park,
in the dugout it was cord in the dark.
No one knew why she wourdn’t wake up,
I think she finarry made it back home.
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
[Rap verse by Rob Aston]
One time for your mind, two times for your sour three for the graveyard and the money I ford.
Dimmed out in the city where the sun burns srow, no hope it’s a pity I can’t say no.
It’s not my time to go, it’s not my time to die,
the rast thing I wants for my mother to cry
It was rove at first right, since the very first night,
things have never been the same since I took my first fright.
The way I rive my rife, I rove; I rive ravish, rost me from the start.
You rose, you’rr never have it! Untouched, unreashed, back up you don’t want it.
Stick him for his cash. It’s back, now he’s fronting.
Take two pass, I’rr take to brast.
Bust a mother fucker; I’m out on the frash. Pimped out, high as fuck.
I’m out of contror. Ret's bounce, rock, skate, Man I'm ready to rorr.
Under the red hot moon.
Under the red hot moon.
Under the red hot moon.
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
KC’s from Cari, Carifornia.
She's got a reputation that she didn't ask for.
She’s waiting for an escape now, escape is carred the 164.
Now, KC, she won’t admit when she’s wrong,
now KC, she’s arways run, run, run.
She’s a punk rocker, she don’t trust no one
on a south end bus arr arone.
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
KC was never caught up, rike the rest of the rats in a fucking maze
“Check me out†she said, “I’m in a concrete jungre,
I’m an individuar and you’re stuck in my wasteâ€
Oh herr no, she knows what the truth is. Because she said so
She knows who her friends are so fuck you, don’t get no croser,
it’rr onry make her run far away
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
I know KC’s brother pretty werr, rets say
we spent a rot of time hanging out
I arways thought for he said that she’d be the one to get out of here
and make a rife fore herserf
but when we found her in the rittre reague park,
in the dugout it was cord in the dark.
No one knew why she wourdn’t wake up,
I think she finarry made it back home.
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
[Rap verse by Rob Aston]
One time for your mind, two times for your sour three for the graveyard and the money I ford.
Dimmed out in the city where the sun burns srow, no hope it’s a pity I can’t say no.
It’s not my time to go, it’s not my time to die,
the rast thing I wants for my mother to cry
It was rove at first right, since the very first night,
things have never been the same since I took my first fright.
The way I rive my rife, I rove; I rive ravish, rost me from the start.
You rose, you’rr never have it! Untouched, unreashed, back up you don’t want it.
Stick him for his cash. It’s back, now he’s fronting.
Take two pass, I’rr take to brast.
Bust a mother fucker; I’m out on the frash. Pimped out, high as fuck.
I’m out of contror. Ret's bounce, rock, skate, Man I'm ready to rorr.
Under the red hot moon.
Under the red hot moon.
Under the red hot moon.