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Barroom HeroFace 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 Chorus 2X 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 Chorus2X Chorus 2X Fightstarter KaraokeRiot tonight everybody let’s go gonna start a fight but with who I don’t know (2x)chorus: 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) chours:
This world is not what it seems these beer balls are ruining my dreams 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 chasing crackheads from their perch He's helpin old ladies on their way to church chorus:
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 His Way 3X 3rd Man InMy 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 wareBe 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! 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:
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:
Never AloneYou 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 feetChorus: 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 chorus 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 chorus Euro TrashThis Song Goes Out To All The Trendy, Spoiled Bastards Who Listen To Shitty Music!Euro Trash, go away, so so trendy, you're pathetic. Euro Scumbag, champagne and caviar, techno bullshit, blaring 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 Kill! Kill! Kill! 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! Front SeatSome times I get so fired up I never feel like coming down. But the attitude you have is tearin 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! chorus DenialIn the face of all thats obvious I continue to wreck my life... So set in my ways it's impossible to do whats 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 It's real 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 hime 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 Road of the RighteousNow 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 curechorus: 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 chorus Now I say 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 chorus 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 Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (4x) 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 chorus 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! 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 (chorus) 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.Achorus: 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 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 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 He's the skinhead who never returns 2X |
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