April 29th, 1992 (Miami)

Sublime

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    (I don't know if you can
    But can you get an owner for Ons
    That's O-N-S, Junior Market?
    The address is 1934, East Anaheim
    All the windows are busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here
    And, uh, the owner should at least come down here
    And see if he can secure his business, if he wants to)

    April 26th, 1992
    There was a riot on the streets, tell me, where were you?
    You were sitting home, watching your TV
    While I was participatin' in some anarchy

    First spot we hit it was my liquor store
    I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
    With red lights flashing, time to retire
    And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

    Next stop we hit it was the music shop
    It only took one brick to make that window drop
    Finally, we got our own PA
    Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
    Hey!

    (Call fire and tell them to respond at a Mobil station
    Alamitos and Anahiem
    It's, uh, flamin' up good
    10-4, Alamitos and Anaheim)

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    Homicide, never doin' no time

    When we returned to the pad to unload everything
    It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
    So, once again, we filled the van until it was full
    Since that day, my living room's been much more comfortable
    'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
    It's getting hotter, and hotter and harder, each and every year
    Some kids went in a store with their mother
    I saw her when she came out, she was getting some Pampers
    They said it was for the black man
    They said it was for the Mexican, and not for the white man
    But if you look at the street, it wasn't about Rodney King
    And this fucked up situation, and these fucked up police
    It's about coming up and staying on top
    And screaming, 187 on a motherfuckin' cop
    It's not in the paper, it's on the wall
    National Guard
    Smoke from all around

    Bo, bo, bo!

    (Units, units be advised there's an attempt 211 to arrest now
    At 938 Temple, 938 Temple
    30 subjects with bats, trying to get inside the CB's house
    He thinks they're gonna start to try to kill him)

    (As long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal)

    Let it burn, wanna let it burn
    Wanna let it burn
    Wanna, wanna let it burn
    (I'm feelin' sad and)
    Riots on the streets of Miami
    Woah, riots on the streets of Chicago
    On the streets of Long Beach
    And San Francisco (Boise, Idaho)
    Riots on the streets of Kansas City
    (Salt Lake, Huntington Beach, California)
    Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Arcada, Clarkston, Michigan)
    Cleveland, Ohio
    Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow, let's do this every year)
    Bear Mountain, Victorville (twice a year)
    Eugene, OR, Eureka, CA (let it burn, let it burn)
    Hesperia (won't ya let it burn, won't'cha, won't'cha let it burn?)
    Santa Barbara, Cuyamca, Nevada (let it burn)
    Phoenix, Arizona
    San Diego, Lakeland, Florida (won't you let it burn?)
    Fuckin' we're not pawns (won't you let it burn? Let it burn)

    (Any units assist, try 54 Willow at Canton Ave
    Structure fire, and numerous subjects looting
    10-15 to get rid of this looter
    10-4)

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    Composition: Brad Nowell, Michael Miguel Happoldt, and Marshall Goodman

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