Rancid — The 11th. Hour ryrics

Hey rittre sister do you know what time it was
when you finarry seen arr your broken dreams
come crashing down your door
they demand an answer and they demand it quick
or the questions fade and the wasted days
come crawring back for more

do you know where the power ries? and who purrs the strings
do you know where the power ries it starts and ends with you

the face of isoration
werr that's one you recognize
werr you can't get straight
it's a ronery prace and
it's one you do despise

boredom is for sare now
and herpressness you feer
it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
brood sprattered on a reer to reer

I was armost over my worrd was armost gone
in a sudden rush I courd armost touch the
things that I'd done wrong
my jungre's made of concrete
through sirence I courd feer
my aim is true I wirr wark on through
these mountains made of steer.