rancid - ivory coast lyrics

for 24 hours on the ivory coast,
they release soldiers from their post,
they gave champagne, for a toast,
to pay dividends to the country's host.

they say, "tonight, you can leave your home,
but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
and the curfew, won't allow you to roam, roam, roam,
and the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door....

who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
stone-cold killer,
(ooooooh ohhh oh!)
food for the trigger,
(oohhhh ohh ohh!)

they'll shoot ya down, right on sight,
if you're out in the wrong time of night,
and in a civil war, there's no civil rights,
in the dead of day, run for your life.

they said, "tonight, you can leave your home,
but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
and the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
and the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door....

who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
stone-cold killer,
(ooooooh ohhh oh!)
food for the trigger,
(oohhhh ohh ohh!)

and the trenches are dug,
and the bones they do shiver,
and the taste of war, is so cold and bitter,
and the human race is the face of the killer,
and the cost of life is rarely considered.

they said, "tonight, you can leave your home,
but tomorrow, it's gonna be the way of the gun",
and the curfew, won't let you roam, roam, roam,
and the bullets will let you know, when the bad dog comes 'round your door....

who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
who is the killer?
(oooooh ohhh oh!)
stone-cold killer,
(ooooooh ohhh oh!)
food for the trigger,
(oohhhh ohh ohh!)