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 sun. 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 vale of desperation these fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell. 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) 

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GOING STRONG

There's a brand new century about to begin and the kids of the 90's are payin' 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 tradtition 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. 

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THE LEGEND OF FINN MACCUMHAIL

this mighty soldier on the eve of the war he'd wage told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought, "may your heart grow boldier 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 fin maccumhail. the brave celtic leader of the chosen few, long live the legend of finn maccumhail. 

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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 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!

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