Here comes Sickness
Falling Sickness
Four rude punx from Ripperside, CA
We got the Ska-ca
That'll knock ya
On your ass
And leave you with nothing to say
And all you Nazi's
And Straight X fuckheads
Fuck you and your organized position
Us Ripperside punx won't take your shit
Cuz were drunk and on
A race mixin mission
Here comes the sickness
With clinched fists
But no black eyes
Do what the fuck we want
Ripperside will rise
No were not in the pit
To join your violent outrage
We're here to escape this time
Here comes sickness
Falling Sickness
We got clout and didn't have to sellout
We'll keep on fighting
Always striving
You Nazi's better fucking get the hell out
Fuck you rude boys w/ no sense of humor
And your organized positions
Us Ripperside punx
Won't take your shit
Cuz we're drunk and on
A race mixin' mission
Here comes the sickness
With clinched fists
But no black eyes
Do what the fuck we want
Ripperside will rise
No we're not in the pit
To join your violent outrage
We're here to escape this time
Here comes Sickness!


Lyrics submitted by punk_in_drublic99

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