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3rd Man In

My friends, my town - comraderie
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!

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 child's 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 rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him

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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 king

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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

Boys On The Dock

"Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly"

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Say hey johnny boy, the battle call Uninted 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 legand 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 johney 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

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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 johney me boy, you live hear no longer Others forgotton, your memory's stronger
Lets drink to the causes in your life Your family, your friends, the union, your wife

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And the boys on the docks needed john for sure When they came to this country he opeded 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

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Caps and Bottles

When 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 few

I 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, recieved a few
But not near what I deserved Some say this lifes my punishment
Some say this lifes my justice served

Barracudas-scally caps, Barrell fires-sings alongs Down the park where I belong,
Bar room brawls and Irish songs

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!

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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!

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

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 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.

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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.

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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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Denial
In 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"..

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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 slaughter, 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"...

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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....!

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It's real

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

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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

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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

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Euro Trash

This 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 cavier, techno bullshit, blarin' from your daddy's car.

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You are such a mess, I hate you Euro Trash. You try hard to dress like your 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 throught clothing way too tight.
Euro jerkoff who the fuck do you think you are? Spoiled richboy, fucky your ero bars!

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Kill! Kill! Kill!

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

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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

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Fightstarter Kareoke

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

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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 fucking know (2x)

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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

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 sheat, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet,
and a gallon of Porter At his head

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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 tay and cake Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch Biddy
O'Brien begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see
Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee

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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 Whickey 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

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Front Seat

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

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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 havea n ongoing war me and you, but I've got the answer adnd I know what to do

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Anger, Dischord, Pissed Off, Lets Tear This Place Apart!

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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

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"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

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

In The Streets Of Boston

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

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So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact,
why don't you brace-thr 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.

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The end is coming, no time for runing NOW!

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.

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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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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
Hes helpin old ladys on their way to church

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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

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. (2x)

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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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Don't 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

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Noble

Dedicated to the memory of Rob Noble

You grew up honest and straight, Always One of the guys
The laughs, the brews, good friends forever "Drinking Commaraderie"
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

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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!

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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!

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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

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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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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 theres 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 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

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His Way 3X

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

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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-fally 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

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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

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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

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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)

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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

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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

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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 fucking train

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He's the skinhead who never returns 2X

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

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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?

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Just you better look out and Watch your backs...

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Ten 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 a standard
that doesn't exist in 1999!

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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 familys 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.

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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!

Pipebomb on Lansdowne
INSPIRED BY MARK VIERA

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 bomb's gonna blow and I think you know why!

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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.

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It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and 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.

(The problem with the world today is that
nobody can take a joke anymore)

Perfect Stranger

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

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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

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

Devil's Brigade

You've got no one to defent 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

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Because they'll do it again, they've done it before,
The Devil's Brigade
Headed down a dead end road with the Devil's 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

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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

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 Ravena
to the pubs near Cunard Pier
But the things were'nt the same, as the place where I became,
A man in this town I call my home.

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

Cowboy's and coppers verse injuns and robbers,
take a guess for which side I was prone
Manical pleasures and a taste for misfortune,
the legacy for which I was known

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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

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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

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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 teh 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 throught the day
But cheer up son Ii know a place where mugs like us belong

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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 Gan's All Here" and shout!

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Blood and Whiskey

Urban legend and american foldlore,
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 opponent's life

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