TURNTABLE
Rancid


He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it
In another wise hidden realm
Oh, everybody knows it's fucking wild
And there's no frontier or bounder

Hey, it's not the style nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Oh, come on everybody, let's get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
I once was strong no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeball and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light

Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, i walk through
I walked through the vicious ones, i don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
I once was strong no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntable

My western mind had a hard time hard time
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, your assistance
You're the one smoking dust

It ain't a style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate love and hate
Come on everybody, let's get together 
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
I once was strong no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable...