Roots Radicals (Raices Radicales)

I took the 60 bus, outside of Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Were on the corner begging for change...
I started to think, then I started to drink
I don’t remember much from that day
It felt like a joke when the money ran out
Where are we going at fifteen...

With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..

Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...

The radio's playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we’re heading uphill
Nothing's coming in, but reggae's playing
And we all come from poor families
Well, whatever, I lift the bottle,
Hey, bus driver, let those people on
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My blurry vision sees no wrong...

With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..

Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...

IN MY HOOD!!!

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...

I took that bus, outside of Los Angeles
Ben Sandoval was waiting for me
All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers
Were on the corner begging for change...
The radio's playing, Desmond Dekker singing
On bus 43 we’re heading uphill
Bad girl Carol with her short skirts
My blurry vision sees no wrong...

With the music blasting and talking about revolution and the blood in me says..

Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...

Give 'em the boot, radical roots
Give 'em the boot 'cause we’re radicals
Give 'em the boot, roots blooming in my hood...