Nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said
  Make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead
  I exercise my lyrical stylings
  And all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
  I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?
  No, aw, the story's sorry but true
  Lord, did you really want them to go?
  No, oh you're so goddamn cold
    We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
  Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
    (watch me now)
  You got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you
  You got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you
  Shotgun, Fast Lane, on the Highway to Hell
  Sherm sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells
  Just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh
  I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half
  We came too far now, nowhere we can flop
  Wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop
    We got 808 subwoofers in the trunk
  Around the world with the Rancid Punx
  This is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts
  Fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
  Ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle
  P U N X tattooed on my knuckles
  Hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free
    We're gonna make it on our own, we don't need anyone
  Lord knows we don't need you [x2]
    (watch me now)
  I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine
  But I still stay focused through good and bad times
  Compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
  I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
  From loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
  They counted me out, from what? I'm not done
  Give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world
  Take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard
    Thanks to Tyler Feiner (cut_the_mullets@hotmail.com), Rick (schnuererr@hotmail.com), Brandon(iratepunk@angryforlife.com), Holli Cost (chavo@forpresident.com) for correcting these lyrics