Leicester Square - Rancid

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway

It’s a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line — It’s the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Michael’s on his way to payback syndication

Of fisticuffs retired and his backstreet education

The 8-ball stops him low

Then the enemy’s faces show

It’s crystal clear, it ain’t so clear

For folks who become broken here

I got none

I got no mind for… nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The cocaines out, then is world goes down, the prime objective is fear

To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near

The tension begins to grow

His instincts tell him so

He.

jump and watch.

yeah

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway

It’s a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line — It’s the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar

His gang comes in cause they’re always seeing the trouble from afar

He acts so apropos

Allusions at his door

He makes his point then jumps the joint

To the backseat with a model

I got some hard times, two punks upon a subway

It’s a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line — It’s the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross, to get you anywhere