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Dropkick Murphys:

Road of the Righteous

Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life, just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife, he put a plug in his jug things looked up for sure but the whole damn thing of it was there is no blasted cure

I've seen a few men go “The Road of the Righteous” and a few have traveled “This Old Lonely Path” I've seen a few men go “The Road of the Righteous” by God I'm sure we'll see some more “go there blessed way”

Hey it's gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way, they'll be pit-falls and some cat-calls but hard you must persist, cause life is so precious and we have only got one shot, so if you move along and you stay God strong all the treasures will be got

I've seen a few men go “The Road of the Righteous” and a few have traveled “This Old Lonely Path” I've seen a few men go “The Road of the Righteous” by God I'm sure we'll see some more “go there blessed way”

The Dirty Glass

Murphy, Murphy darling dear I long for you now night and day.Your pain was my pleasure your sorrow my joy I fear now I've lost you to health and good cheer.

Darcy when I met you i was 5 years too young, a boy beyond his age or so I'd tell someone. Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care still I welcomed you with open arms my love I did share.

Darcy, Darcy darlin dear you left dying , crying there in whiskey , Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.

You shut me off then you showed me the door. But you always came crawlin back beggin me for more. I showed you kindness a stool and a tab. Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass. Yeah you left him bloody battered penniless and poor. You know I often stopped to wonder how he made through my door. With my brothers new non-duplicate registry I.D. Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.

Darcy Darcy darlin dear you left me dying crying there in whiskey Gin and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear.

You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last. Oh I'm sure I wasn't honey I know all about your past. Well listen to the big shot with his pager on call you spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall. Yeah, you got him high but you left him low. Mind your own business boy how was I to know that he was just a fiend and a no good cheat. Well thats all in the past bitch cause now I got it beat.

For Boston

For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston for Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame for here are all one and our hearts are true and the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue. for boston for boston 'til the echoes ring agin!

For Boston for Boston thy glory is our own for Boston for Boston 'tis here that truth is known and ever with a right shall our heirs be found 'til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned for Boston for Boston thy glory is our own!

The Legend of Finn MacCumhail

This mighty soldier on the eve of the war he waged told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought: “May your heart grow bolder like an iron–clad brigade” said this leader to his outnumbered lot.

Known as a hero to all that he knew, long live the legend of Finn MacCool! The brave fearless leader of the chosen few, long live the legend of Finn MacCool!

Which Side Are You On?

Our father was a union man some day i'll be one too. The bosses fired daddy what's our family gonna do? Come all you good workers good news to you I'll tell of how the good old union has come in here to dewll.

Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

My daddy was miner and I'm a miner's son and I'll stick with the union 'til every battles done.

They say in Marlan County there are no neutrals there you'll either be a union man or a thug for J.H. Blair

Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can will you be a lousy scab or will you be a man? Don't scab for the bosses don't listen to their lies us poor folks haven't got a chance unless we organize.

The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from my home I started left the girls of Taum nearly brokenhearted saluted me father dear, kissed me darling mother drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblin, brand-new pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs frightening all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary started by daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when he's on the drinking see the lassies smile, laughing all the while at me darling style, would set your heart a-bubblin' asked me was I hired, wages I required 'til I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city decided to take a stroll all among the quality bundle, it was stole in that neat locality something crossed my mind when I looked behind no bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin' crying for a rogue said me connaught brogue wasn't much in-vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, me spirits never failing landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing captain at me roared, said that no room had he then I jumped aboard a cabin found for Daddy down among the pigs, played some funny rigs, danced some hearty jigs, the water 'round me bubblin' off to hollyhead wished myself was dead or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it blood began to boil, temper I was losing poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing hooray me soul, says I, let the shellaillagh fly some galway boys were nigh, saw I was a-hobblin' with a loud array, they joined me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road to Dublin.

Heroes from Our Past

And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle that inspires men to stand up for their rights. And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world we can look back to these heroes of our past. With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will, no tyranny would quell them in their task.

It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message: that time and tide waiteth for no man. So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome, it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled. An in looking to the future, we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all. It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.

So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core. With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh, clear the way, me boys!!

Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength they cleared the way for the people of today so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us - let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again

So the story has been told and it comes now to an end. It's setting any era, any land. When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small, it inpires men to stand up for their rights.

Forever

“Never take your loved ones for granted: they could be gone tomorrow” all of my dreams seem to fall by the side like a discarded thought or the day's fading light but I know that if I could just see you tonight forever at times we may fall, like we all tend to do but I'll reach out and find that I've run into you your strength is the power that carried me through forever

Your kindness for weakness I never mistook I worried you often, yet you understood that life is so fleeting, these troubles won't last forever inspired me truly you did from the start to not be afraid and to follow my heart there's a piece of you with me they can't tear apart forever

Forever I'll find you, forever we'll be Forever your power and strength stays with me

The Gauntlet

Well I just got back from a break in the fight I was weighing in heavy but still feeling alright all I hear in the distance mines and shells here come the sirens wailing another attack to be repelled do you think we're gonna make it? I don't know unless we try you could sit here scared to move or we could take them by surprise it's submission that they want it's surrender that they need when we're doing it their way their aims will be achieved

They're gonna come when you're not ready when you're not to well-prepared they're gonna prey upon your weakness no man's soul is ever spared you've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them show them what it's all about this man is not for sale there will be no backing down

Stand up and fight and I'll stand up with you! We shall succeed

They won't get me they won't get me thought they never cease to try they won't get me they won't get me I would rather fight and die they won't get me they won't get me well my friend will they get you? when they get you when they get you tell me what are you gonna do?

Good Rats

Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run? Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time just like you and me I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery

It started with a little lad named vermin McCann who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man he rounded up his furry boys, though some wore a frown they quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down.

One, two, one-two-three-four! Come on all you good rats we'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam 'cause in these vats you've made quite a creation a potion that turned the Guinness to gold!

Like mice behind a piper, rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town. They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come, they saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few

The rats wre in a tizzy addicted to the bone the hairy lugs wer giddy they were never going home like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank, they sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank!

The New American Way

Each day when I wake up and I set my best foot forward I'll make an effort to be all that I can be. I take a look around me and I wonder how things change so much in the few short years since I was a young boy.

Do you know what we're fighting for? I know in an instant I could lose everything I'm working toward.

I know I'll win my battles though I fear we'll lose the war to the new American way.

The morals of this nation's youth have long gone astray lead by tolerance, indifference, and this kinder gentler way that has corrupted and destroyed so many of our boys and girls oh lord I start to wonder will it ever come around?

The Torch

Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down - your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes… you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt on your knees and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed

Turn back the hand on the clock you're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down and that's something much worse for a bitter young man… is now taking the torch

Silent scorn - you've taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage - they've left you before but they'll come back again they'll pray for you with all their love but this time your indifference just can't be excused Forced amends - well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them… for a bitter young man… has now taken the torch…

Fortunes of War

Each town has its cliques those who don't get along and then there's towns I know where certain kids just don't belong so know your rivals and watch your back 'cause no one's gonna be there when the enemy attacks

When the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war wouldn't things be different had the tables been turned? If the people won't protect you you must fend for yourself when the justice eludes you it's the fortunes of war

You drove right over him and then you sped away how does it feel to kill and know you didn't pay? So walk away even though a life is gone someday, you'll know the price when god repays you for your wrongs.

A Few Good Men

It's time we stood up for ourselves so get up off your knees. We'll shake off our detractors and attain our hopes and dreams and if we fall prey to in-fighting, we're never gonna win, so put aside your differences, sing loud, sing proud

We won't listen to their stories or be waylaid by their lies it's a dram that's still attainable for kids like you and I So if we all stand together singing one defiant song our voice will reach the heavens, so sing with all your heart

Join us in a song - we shall rise and sing stand up and be counted - sing a song for liberty join us in this song - together we shall sing rise up and be counted - sing it loud, sing it proud

We've been brutalized and crucified, the brunt of their attacks, is corruption not their trademark and compassion what they lack? If we can realize our common goals, the end of which is plain united and now stronger, their loss is now our gain!

Ramble and Roll

Driving down the highway and I've got no lights dreaming about my future, but it's fading away in the night what do you want out of life when you don't play by the rules I've got no expectations and I fully expect to lose

'Cause I was born to ramble I was made to roll living my stickin' life in yesterday's rock and roll

I drink in dirty bars 'cause they serve bigger drinks and I don't own fancy cards I take the train and man it stinks, yeah, I play music but I do't hang out with stars and if I need money I'll just pawn a few guitars

I may speak gibberish, but I don't talk shit and I'm not one for book smarts but I'm known for my barroom wit!

Caps and Bottles

When I was thirteen, I bought a scally cap looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat couldn't wait to grow up just to drink with the crew put my name on the map and have a social few

I recall when I was small I thought I'd be legend soon but that was then and this is now a harder road cannot be found don't get me wrong, good times were had sometimes the fun outweighed the bad but all in all, now said and done I can recall more bad than fun

It's killing me - the answer's here, it's plain to see it's taken me - I'm half the man I thought I'd be it's killing me - it's taken years but now I see I'm not the man I thought I'd be

I'd fight them all, big or small angel dust and Bud tall collars up and fists the same protect your friends and family name had my lumps, received a few but not near what I deserved some say this life's my punishment some say this life's my just deserves

The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer and now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no, nay, never no, nay, never! No more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, she answered me nay such a custom as yours I could have any day

I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest

I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son and when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more

The Spicy McHaggis Jig

I'll tell you a story, believe me it's true a tale you'd best hope never happens to you old spicy mcHaggis, how he met his fate you I can save, but for him it's too late

Spicy was big, burly and strong his pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong from city to city running around looking for chicks over four hundred pounds

One night at the pub a girl caught his eye big as a house, just the right size the broad was enormous, stacked to the hilt spicy soon noticed a bulge in his kilt the piper delivered his best pick-up line thought to himself, “this beast is all mine” the portly young lady could stand for no more grabbed his cojones and went for the door

They got to her house and dimmed all the lights Spicy was in for one hell of a night he said that he loved her, he'd always be true “But Mr. McHaggis, I've only just met you!!”

By now he saw double through his drunken eyes neither had looks or appropriate size he came to his sense, thought to himself, “At this time of night I won't find nothing else” he took off his shirt, she lifted her skirt, they pulled out his unit and stared to play she asked for a glove, he gave her a shove, had baby McHaggis nine months to-the-day.

Three packs a day, he'll smoke 'til he dies Spicy McHaggis, one hell of a guy!

Roll Call

Rally together gather around, the scent of a battle is near. The cannon sounds, a new year begins. Fear nothing now the gangs all here

Blood and Whiskey

Urban legend and American folklore, Tells of a man who was one of a kind A sure gent with a flair for fashion, prone to violence at any time A legendary hooligan with a thirst for blood and a taste for booze This brave and daring brutal soul, he lived and fought by his own rules

Shake the hand that shook the world

Shoe-shine boy to champion, he'd fought and beaten many foes His calling card was a kick to the groin, and a broken bottle to the bridge of the nose He aimed to kill when he took to the ring, this Boston strong boy loved to fight On more than one occasion, a bout was stopped to save an opponents life

Shake the hand that shook the world For Blood and Whiskey with a bare knuckled fist

Pipebomb on Lansdowne

It's Friday night and the street's filled with freaks, come watch as the useless flock to the beat Of the techno noise that enhances their high, a bombs gonna blow and I think you know why!

Chorus: Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground, you'd better take cover It's a pipebomb on lansdowne street

There's no room for dancing on your precious floors, cause you've got to save space for the jocks and whores You say that our shows are for violent thugs, but we're not the ones on designer drugs

It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and maim, so maim So make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game Look for flyers, check the phoenix, are there any decent shows, if Keith Bennett isn't working Then the bomb is good to go.

Perfect Stranger

Schizophrenic nightmares sending shivers down my spine I may be a little twisted, but I swear that my life is fine

Chorus: I'm living with a perfect stranger, is there anybody home? I'm living with a perfect stranger, but I find myself alone

Well I'm still working to make life better, though I've fallen from God's grace I'm standing still in a shattered mirror, staring at somebody else's face

Just when things are back on track, I sabotage myself These are all certain telltale signs of my decaying mental health Nobody's Home!!!!!

10 Years Of Service

The status of our future in both past and present time, is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine. To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line, 10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time. And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell

Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine. Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell. What goes around will come around and you'll know our pain too well.

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line, 10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time. And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell

Upstarts and Broken Hearts

I once met a young girl filled with fire, That saw through my front to this shell of a man She knew I'd be a handful from the start, This strong willed woman had an angels heart The holes in these wings don't allow me to fly So you'd better brace for a life of pain, And if fate is the path to this better life Somehow I feel you'll never see the faces change

Through thick and thin, She stood by you She held the key to my broken heart

I look back and wonder, Sit and ponder. How I could have ever neglected you. For the blood soaked soil on the old ball field, I gambled on a hand I wasn't ready to lose But if the tables were turned and I faced the troubles, Tough times and struggles I put you through I'd of been there as you were through hardship and horror My life and my love are pledged to you.

Through thick and thin, She stood by you She held the key to my broken heart

Remember the nights she waited and wondered, fused to a myth that it had taken it's toll. But this Godless man has mended his way, Never again will she be alone.

I remember it well, Still I always knew that she was destined to be my bride This woman had pride, She was full of life. I could see the passion in her eyes. She thought she found a man, But she fell for the devil An evil monster in disguise. Now I'll honor and obey, Forever stay. True to you, my Irish rose

Through thick and thin, She stood by you She held the key to my broken heart

Devils Brigade

You've got no one to defend you, you're out on your own Still fighting on the corner, you can never go home In this world of temptation, in this city of sin There's nothing that can save you, but a strength from within

Because they'll do it again, they've done it before, The Devils Brigade Headed down a dead end road with the Devils Brigade You're being led astray

The crew will not rest until your life's in the piss Stop and think of you're future, the chances you'll miss Looking back on a resume of corruption and crime Cause you wasted your youth, taken down in your prime

Because they'll do it again, they've done it before, The Devils Brigade Headed down a dead end road with the Devils Brigade You're being led astray

Dying to belong though it's tearing you apart A bullet to the head and a knife to the heart Are the tools of the trade in this cold life of crime A smart, decent kid who has now lost his mind

Curse Of A Fallen Soul

Another Wake, Another Time, A Premature Goodbye. I've watched you go and seen you pass, I always knew it wouldn't last. Together now we mourn the loss, and remember all the fun. We'll Drink the beer and hang out where death took another son. So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why. Though the reasons clear, this friend so dear was taken before his time.

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man, with a toast that tells of a love you never shared. So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . . Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul.

Many bow their heads for this man they know so well, with solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection. (Facing death we fear no danger) While Mothers shed their tears through a vail of desperation these fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell.

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man, with a toast that tells of a love you never shared. So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . . Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul.

How many times can fate be changed, the dice be rolled is there no path of least resistance, for the bold (It's never sought and rarely taken)

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man, with a toast that tells of a love you never shared. So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . . Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul.

Many bow their heads for this man they know so well, with solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection. (Facing death we fear no danger) While Mothers shed their tears through a vail of desperation these fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell.

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man, with a toast that tells of a love you never shared. So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . . Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul.

Homeward Bound

I've seen street corner preachers spending discharge pay Between periods of getting stiff and happy tipplers singing songs of discontentment With each and every passing sip from the bookmaker's clerk on the rowdy racing circuit Known as Tom Sharkey's brawling bar to the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs In this town I call my home You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam “Obey your orders and protect your country” said this father to his disheartened son I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the pubs near Cunard Pier But the things weren't the same, as the place where I became, A man in this town I call my home.

Going Strong

There's a brand new century about to begin and the kids of the 90's are paving' the path, for the youth of America, free at last from the violence and destruction that destroyed our name, whenever there was trouble we took the blame. But now our scene's alive with a new generation of American kids.

We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done, tomorrow may never come. The kids on the street will have their say now - Because!

We've had enough of these negative comparisons a new breed of kids. Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition the strong will survive. And together our backs can never be broken cause now our scene's alive with a new generation of American kids.

We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done, tomorrow may never come. The kids on the street will have their say now - Because!

Fighting 69th

Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came And they have a leader to the fold, And Cocoran was his name

It was in the month of April, When the boys they sailed away And they made a sight so glorious, As they marched along Broadway They marched right down Broadway, me boys, Until they reached the shore And from there they went to Washington, And straight unto the war

So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

And when the war is said and done, May heaven spare our lives For its only then we can return, To our loved ones and our wives We'll take them in our arms, me boys, For a long night and a day And we'll hope that war will come no more, To sweet America

So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

So farewell unto you dear New York, Will I e'er see you once more For it fills my heart with sorrow, To leave your sylvan shore But the country now it is calling us, And we must hasten fore So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys, And to Ireland's lovely shore

And here's to Murphy and Devine, Of honour and renown Who did escort our heroes, Unto the battle ground And said unto our colonel, We must fight hand to hand Until we plant the stars and stripes, Way down in Dixieland

So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

Boston Asphalt

Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C.

Intelligent, Respectable, But made of modest means With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man

Wheel of Misfortune

Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side I was prone Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune, the legacy for which I was known

Down and out, I scream and I shout. For this man from whom I need my advice If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

So you'd think I'd aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I'm an heir to an unwanted throne

Down and out, I scream and I shout. For this man from whom I need my advice If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

Now they've all got their theories, opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck Well the offers are plenty, my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone.

The Only Road

How could you choose a path without knowing where you'd end up Where you came from was a time and place that you had never been - Is this the only road Can you fake your way through conversation or just simply turn away Set a course for the desert sun is this the only choice To live without a choice, this is the only choice we'll know Cut your teeth and now it's time to show the world that what your made of Was a travesty that many just call luck - Is this the only road Now climb aboard the red line train that's headed out of town Or stick around and just relive your past You're always running out of wind and you keep saying it's the end You're always hoping that you'll win, but then you throw in the towel in

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my heart to feel 'Twas grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed

The Gang's All Here

Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here. Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere Hail, hail the gang's all here

When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long The money in your pocket may not get you through the day But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here. Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere Hail, hail the gang's all here

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton You're no better or no worse than any mothers son Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall You recall the cheer, “The Gang's All Here” and shout!

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here. Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere Hail, hail the gang's all here

Do or Die

The once steel tough fabric of a Union man Was sold and Bartered away Fed to money wolves in the Reagen years, Caught in a drift in greedy nintetie's days So inside this song is our rally cry

Your dreams are in danger, and “We Must Rise” Our time has come we are under the gun “It's Do or Die”

Its not a rebel cry of some socialist Scheme to push for human rights Just the facts an obvious mentioned on the Behalf of the working man, for his family and his livelihood

Your dreams are in danger, and “We Must Rise” Our time has come we are under the gun “It's Do or Die”

The once steel tough fabric of the union man was sold and bartered away Fed to money wolves in the Reagen years, Caught adrift in greedy nineties days

Your dreams are in danger, and “We Must Rise” Our time has come we are under the gun “It's Do or Die”

==== Get Up ==== I went North to see the Stiff Little Fingers play The kids in the Belfast were tearing it up Jake is the punkest dude I do declare He got a leather jacket, and the spikey hair

“We All Fall Down” So Get Up Now “We All Fall Down” So Get Up Now

Since '77 they've made music for me and you Playing punk rock songs while the bombs they blew Now I suspect these songs are about pain and strife But I'll tell you this didn't waste their life

“We All Fall Down” So Get Up Now “We All Fall Down” So Get Up Now

“Why Don't You Get Up And Get Out!” (3x)

Never Alone

You say its becasue we’re boisterous You hate us cause we got our dignity We stand together proud and strong This is a place where we belong We got loyal friends we keep our heads held high, We’ll stick together you and I Don’t need no guns or drugs on our streets just a place to go and the boots on our feet

Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home

Young skinhead they call you hooligan Just because you don’t make any sense to them But the blood that runs right down your wrist Dont come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist’ Your torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans Are the colors you wear and the life that you’ve seen You tell the truth look people in the eye Don’t live you life in no baggy disguise

Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home

Dont need no gang to watch my ass Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass We’ll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets But our will and spirit can not be beat You can shoot and you can kick but together we’ll stick Through thick and thin not stick or stone Can break the bond that has here grown Arm and Arm We Fight As One

Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home Never alone. . . The city streets are where we roam Never alone. . . This is Boston its our home

Caught In a Jar

Now there comes a day, in every man's life Where decisions have to be made: Whether to toil, Labor or just plain piss your days away, Away, Away!

Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar…. Madness and Insanity Have arrived…. Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me

Up in the morn, here comes the day, God knows I hate it this way when I'm in a casket Life, fighting the wife, neglecting the kids, spending Time on rediculous bids, the four walls Are closing in

Got a funny feeling that my times are Caught in a jar…. Madness and Insanity Have arrived…. Know to Christ and everyone Else my times are caught in a jar Satan's Grin is bearing down on me

Still got a funny feeling that my times Are caught in a jar, madness and insanity Have arrived

Memories Remain

Well we started shooting hoops now we're sipping Black and Tans From the park to the pub was the course we ran The times have changed but friends remain My heard and soul's with you Cause one things for sure I always swore I'd never turn my back to you

Never turned our back stuck together thru and thru The times have changed but my heard and soul's with you Wouldn't turn your backs and you didn't walk away We'd never run we stand as one and this is what we say

Times were tough but the memories remain Situation rough but we overcame Side by side one for all together we grew Cause when its said and done I'll look back On friends like you!

When I was down and I was out and no one liked my games One too many fights and bloody nights for which I was to blame But you wouldn't turn you backs and you didn't walk away Cause We'd never run we stand as one until this very day

Times were tough but the memories remain Situation rough but we overcame Side by side one for all together we grew Cause when its said and done I'll look back On friends like you! (x2)

Far Away Coast

Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that's unkown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it's all that I have Work on and on with nothing to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends are dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark images of a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land

Sail away to a place that's unkown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well

Fightstarter Kareoke

Riot tonight everybody let’s go gonna start a fight but with who I don’t know (2x)

Doesn’t take a big man to knock somebody down just a little courage to lift him off the ground

This world is not what it seems these beer balls are ruining my dreams.

Riot tonight everybody lets go gonna start a fight but with who I don’t konw (2x)

Doesn’t take a big man to knock somebody down just a little courage to lift him off the ground

Stabbed in the back one too many times to count, master of the sucker punch, burned his bridges from the past. Beaten and attacked, but no one seems to give a shit, cause he had it coming you made your bed now sleep in it!

This world is not what it seems these beer balls are ruining my dreams

Barroom Hero

Face down in the gutter won’t admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, he’s a big, strong man with a childs mind, Don’t you take his booze away!

He’s been at it for years drinkin’ balls and beer he’s a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dyin but this arrogant fool breaks every fule it’ll be nothing but pride that kills him

Could he listen no he won’t that’s all she wrote he’ll be dead before the daylight shines but the thoughts and prayers of a millinon strong might keep this boy from dying

He’s a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and looses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was kind

3rd Man In

My friends, my town - camaraderie We'll never finish last We stood as one where are they now We grew up fast To young to know or really give a shit the past has left us worse for ware

Be strong and stand Stand up like a man Your concept of Friendship isn't right Third man in is how you show your care Nothing else matters but the fight!

Tenant Enemy #1

Well its always been about big Money for them, they're greedy and they Reek Soaring profits, big gains, The Cash Accumulation Gains is all these cowards seek And they always find a way to kick out the needy

Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One

Through excuses and blatant lies Is how they operate And by continuing a parade of Deception the game just continues, How in the name of decency do They sleep?

Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One

Just you better look out and Watch your backs…

Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a hod, You see He'd sort of a Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born, to help him on with His work each day, He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'

One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at his wake And Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch Biddy OBrien begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then O Connor took up the job “Arrah!” Biddy says she Ye're wrong I'm Sure, Biddy then gave her a belt on The gob and left her sprawling on the Floor, there the war did soon engage Woman to Woman and Man to Man Shillelah-law was all the rage, an A Row and a Ruction soon began Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him, it missed him falling on The Bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, Tim Revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead

Noble

You grew up honest and straight, Always One of the guys The laughs, the brews, good friends forever “Drinking Camaraderie” But then one night you were taken from Us, gone forever lost Stolen away in an Ashmont Second And I'll never forget, the Cost

He was a kid from the neighborhood Cut down in a brutal fight on A cold and lonely Ashmont night

Coming up in a Turbulent Neighborhood, he Always stood upright When things would turn for the wrongful Doing, Rob went to the right But he was never given a chance to traverse Down life's path Now with all these put into Perspective, Noble this one's for you Number One!

He was a kid from the neighborhood Cut down in a brutal fight on A cold and lonely Ashmont night (x2)

Boys On The Dock

Say hey johnny boy, the battle call United we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we can't be alone We came to this country you made it our home

This man so humble, this man so brave A legend to many, he fought to his grave Saved family and friends from the hardship and horror In a land of depression he gave hope for tomorrow

Say johnny boy this ones for you With the strength of many and the courage of few To what do we owe this man who's fight Was for the masses, he gave his life

Say hey johnny boy, the battle call United we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we can't be alone We came to this country you made it our home

A friend to the locals who dabbled in crime He'd give you a job and he'd give you his time He wasn't a crook but he couldn't be conned John knew the difference between right and wrong Say johnny me boy, you live hear no longer Others forgotten, your memories stronger Lets drink to the causes in your life Your family, your friends, the union, your wife

Say hey johnny boy, the battle call United we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we can't be alone We came to this country you made it our home

And the boys on the docks needed john for sure When they came to this country he opened the door He said men I'll tell ya they don't like our kind Though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind

Say hey johnny boy, the battle call United we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we can't be alone We came to this country you made it our home

Skinhead On the M.B.T.A.

Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked his wife and family And went to ride on the M.B.T.A

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned

Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes For Jamaica Plain, the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel, skinhead (punches him in the brain) or (throws him right off the train.

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned

Now all night long skinhead drives through the station Wondering who can I go and see Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned

Skinhead's wife goes to the Scully Square Station Everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a rumbling through

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned

Now you citizens of Boston don't you think its a scandal How the skinhead stole the train What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer Let the skinhead drive the train

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned (x2)

He's the skinhead who never returns (x2)

==== John Law ====

Now let me tell you about a man named John Law He's a neighborhood cop the toughest man I ever saw A man who knows his duty, a man with a gun To the people in the neighborhood John Law is number one

Freeze, we said Stop His name was John Law For John Law, Neighborhood cop A man we know and love

When John Laws not kickin' Ass on robbers and rapist He's helpin little kids deliver newspapers When John Laws not chasin crackheads from their perch He's helpin old ladies on their way to church

He walks the Beat Riding scumbags from the streets He turns his eye to petty crime Cause John Law will never drop a dime

Suburban Anarchists who've never broke the law Sing about police oppression, but they've never met John Law He doesn't fuck with young kids drinking in the Park But he makes the city safe for women after dark

Regular Guy

I've got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me there's no looking back. As I trudge the path of destiny my opinion doesn't pay, I'm a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way

His Way (x3)

Now my Mind set may vary but here I still lay Don't know how I got here or think I care to stay The past will be present if I dare to forget I've got two feet in the future but its not here yet

Here Yet (x3)

This life is here to stay, and you can't take my pride away I was born in to this life, and these are the cards I'm dealt

I've got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me there's no looking back. As I trudge the path of destiny my opinion doesn't pay, I'm a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way

His Way (x3)

Career Opportunities

The offered me the office, offered me the shop. They said I'd better take anything they'd got. Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? (no fuckin' way)

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the Cambridge Police. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

Oi Oi Oi, Carney Givens, Arthur McGilvrey, Bobby Linchsky (I sounded out the names)

They're gonna have to introduce conscription. They're gonna have to take away my prescription. If they wanna get me making toys, If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

Careers, Careers, Careers…… Ain't never gonna knock

Take it or Leave it

See it, do you believe it, you can take it, or leave it. Take you on a rockin stroll, dig yourself a deeper hole. Lookin high but feelin low, pray to God to save your soul.

Too fast livin on the edge don't wanna die before my time. But 12 beers later . . . I'm a terminator. Hey! Hey!

In The Streets Of Boston

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a street wise man. Going nowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night

So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace the end is coming, no time for running.

Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight.

So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace the end is coming, no time for running.

The end is coming, no time for running NOW!

Front Seat

Some times I get so fired up I never feel like coming down. But your attitude you have is tearing us apart. You constantly whine and moan, waxing passively. I've got a solution for you today.

We'll take the front seat mister and we're never gonna take the back, we'll take the front seat, mister liberal scum to the back.

You come forward with an attitude forthright. But it's only temporary, feigned and fucking tried. We have an ongoing war me and you, but I've got the answer and I know what to do

We'll take the front seat mister and we're never gonna take the back, we'll take the front seat, mister liberal scum to the back.

Anger, Dischord, Pissed Off, Let's Tear This Place Apart!

We'll take the front seat mister and we're never gonna take the back, we'll take the front seat, mister liberal scum to the back.

Denial

In the face of all that's obvious I continue to wreck my life… So set in my ways it's impossible to do what's good… Smokin, jokin + boozin my time away Just livin for the pain + lies “caught in denial”..

Look in the mirror to only see a liars face in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart is turning

On with self slaught, the barfly gives in… once again the bottle is judge + jury He's caught in a struggle that calls for his life… so caught up in his own self destruction, “caught in denial”…

Look in the mirror to only see a liars face in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart is turning

I made my own bed I'll sit in the mess this poison booze lifestyle is a dear friend And I know it's a lie, but it's all that I have I'm going right for the end with total abandon….!

Look in the mirror to only see a liars face in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart is turning

It's real

Billy's Bones

Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee Took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-me That copper won't be having any family

Hey Billy son where are you now, don't you know that we Need you now With aratata and the old kow-tow where are Billy's bones Resting now

Billy went away with the peace keeping force 'cause he Liked a bloddy good fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had'em on the run when he got'em In the range of his sub machine gun Then he got the Israelis in his sights, went ra-ta-ta And they ran like Shi-ites

Hey Billy Son where are you now, One night Billy had a rare old time, laughing and singing on The Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty never even got To see the Holy City

Now Billy's out there in the desert sun and his mother cries When the morning comes And there's mother's crying all over the world, for their poor Dead darling boys and girls Hey Billy son where are you now, Born on a Monday, married on a Tuesday, Drunk on a Wednesday, got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday, Died on a Saturday, buried on Sunday

Guns Of Brixton

When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come? With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun. When the law break in, How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row.

You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good, and your life you like it well..But surely your time will come, as in heaven, as in hell.

You see, he feels like Ivan, Born under the Brixton sun. His game is called survivin', At the end of the harder they come. You know it means no mercy. They caught him with a gun. No need for the Black Maria, Goodbye to the Brixton sun.

You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come? With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun.

You can crush us, You can bruise us, You can even shoot us…..Oh-The Guns Of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement, Waiting in death row. His game is called survivin', As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (x4)

On The Attack

The scene often changes, the kids come and go but history's for sure and this much I know. the root of tough music for america's youth was old school hardcore, you know it's the truth!

This is my world, wolfpack, last rights. The kids will have their say another wasted night.

There's many forms of music, and they all play a part, as long as the meaning comes straight from the heart. So open you eyes and please use your brain, 'cause Punk, Oi!, and Hardcore, are one in the same

This is my world, wolfpack, last rights. The kids will have their say another wasted night.

Because today we carry on, and the numbers have grown, A social movement that we call our own. So Let's stick together with our friends at our backs, because the climate is changing, We're on the ATTACK!

This is my world, wolfpack, last rights. The kids will have their say another wasted night.

Watch Your Back (Cock Sparer)

Everybody's talking about revolution, Everybody's talking about smash the state. Sounds to me like the final solution. Left wing, right wing, full of hate.

We don't wanna fight, because you tell us to. So watch your back when you attack ', Coz we might just turn on you.

Things get worse with every hour, the future fades into the past. All they want is total power, climbing on the backs of the working class. We don't wanna be part of no new religion, we don't wanna be part of a political dream. We just wanna get on living our lives.

We don't wanna fight, because you tell us to. So watch your back when you attack ', Coz we might just turn on you.

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