2:16
Trouble Maker, 2017
Written by Tim Armstrong
A paean to a lady named Angel, a rough beauty whom the narrator pined for, or was involved with. He would always see her around the workin-class gin joint, before she left abruptly one day. "Kindness, a language that she always spoke / Lord, the way she could communicate." It's got all of Rancid's trademark bits: breakneck solos, singalong choruses, Armstrong's mumbled raspy rap-singing, fragmented lyrics. Not their greatest song but a fair representative.