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John LawNow 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 oneFreeze, 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 chorus 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 GuyI'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 wayHis Way 3X 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 3X 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 Career OpportunitiesThe 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)chorus: 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 chorus 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 chorus Careers, Careers, Careers...... Ain't never gonna knock Take it or Leave it
Too fast livin on the edge don't wanna die before my time. But 12 beers later . . . I'm a terminator. Hey! Hey! Boys On The Dock"Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly”Chorus: 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 (chorus) 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 (chorus) 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 In The Streets Of BostonGot 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 nightchorus: 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. chorus The end is coming, no time for running NOW! Caps and BottlesWhen I was 13 I bought a scally cap Looked up to the older guys Who drank at the Rat Couldn't wait to grow up And drink with the crew Put my name on the map and have a social fewI recall when I was small I thought I'd be a legend soon But that was then and this is now A harder road could not 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 Its killing me-the answers here its plain to see Its killing me - I'm half the man I thought I'd be It's killing me-Its taken years but now I see Its taken years but now I see I'm not the man I'd 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 same 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 justice served Barracudas-scally caps, Barrell fires - sing alongs Down the park where I belong, Bar room brawls and Irish songs Euro TrashThis Song Goes Out To All The Trendy, Spoiled Bastards Who Listen To Shitty Music!Euro Trash, go away, so so trendy, your pathetic. Euro Scumbag, champagne and caviar, techno bullshit, blarin from your daddy's car. chorus: You are such a mess, I hate you Euro Trash. You try hard to dress like you're the best. Why don't you must go away, don't you look down on me. Go away and stay. You go down to M-80 tonight, see through clothing way too tight. Euro jerkoff who the fuck do you think you are? Spoiled richboy, fuck your euro bars! chorus Front SeatSome 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.chorus: 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 chorus Anger, Dischord, Pissed Off, Let's Tear This Place Apart! DenialIn 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"..Chorus: 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"... Chorus 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....! chorus Billy's BonesBilly 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 familyHey 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 Do or DieThe 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 nineties days So inside this song is our rally crychorus: 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 chorus 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 Guns Of BrixtonWhen 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.Chorus: 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. chorus 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 chorus Skinhead On the M.B.T.A.
chorus: 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. chorus 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
chorus 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 chorus 2X |
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