Ivory Coast - Rancid

For 24 hours on the Ivory Coast

They relieved soldiers from their post

And 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

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Who is the killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Stone-cold killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Food for the trigger

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

I’ll shoot ya down right on sight

If you’re out in the wrong time of night

In a civil war there’s no civil rights

In the day of the dead run for your life

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?

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Who is the killer?

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Stone-cold killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Food for the trigger

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

And the trenches are dug

And the bones they do shiver

The tastes of war are so cold and bitter

And the human race is the face of the killer

And the cost of life is rarely considered

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

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Who is the killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Stone-cold killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Food for the trigger

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Who is the killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Who is the killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)

Stone-cold killer

(Whoa-oh-oh!)