Roots Radical

Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito He was on there he was waitin' for me All the punk rockers and the moon stompers Are out on the corners where They sparing for change I started thinking, you know I started drinking I don't remember too much of that day Something struck me funny when we ran out of money Where do you go now when you're only fifteen? With the music execution and the talk of revolution It bleeds in me And it goes Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo The radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill Nothing incoming but the reggae drumming And we all come from unloving homes, I said Why even bother and pick up the bottle Mr. Bus Driver please let these people on Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong With the music execution and the talk of revolution It bleeds in me And it goes Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo On my stereo Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell Ben Zanotto He was on there, he was waiting for me All the punk rockers and the moon stompers Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change And the radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl My blurry vision saw nothing wrong With the music execution and the talk of revolution It bleeds in me And it goes Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo