Here Are The Lyrics To Every Dropkick Murphys song in Alphabetical Order.
3rd Man In - Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey -
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 - Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey -
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
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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 kind
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Billy's Bones - Music: "Pogues", McGowan -
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 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 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 - Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton -
"Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly”
Chorus: 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 - Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton - 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 teh 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
Career Opportunities
- Lyrics / Music: Strummer / Jones -
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)
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Oi Oi Oi, Carney Givens, Arthur McGilvrey, Bobby Linchsky (I souned 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
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Careers, Careers, Careers......Ain't never gonna knock
Caught In a Jar
- Lyrics: McColgan, Barton -
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!
chorus: 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
- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton, Kelly -
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.
chorus: So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man, with a toast that tells ofr 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.
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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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: McColgan, Casey -
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"..
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"...
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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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: McColgan -
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
chorus: 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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
This Song Goes Ou To All The Trendy, Spoiled Bastards Whop Listen To Shitty Music!
Euro Trash, go away, so so trenty, your pathetic. Euro Scumbag, champagne and cavier, techno bullshit, blarin from your daddys car.
chorus: 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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
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
chorus: 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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Fighting 69th
- Music: traditional Lyrics: traditional -
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
Chorus: 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 Amerikay
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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
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Fightstarter Kareoke
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
Riot 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)
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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
- Trad', arranged bye the Dropkick Murphy's -
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
chorus: 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 OBrien 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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: McColgan -
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.
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 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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
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
chorus: "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)
Guns Of Brixton
- Music / Lyrics: Clash, Paul Simonon -
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.
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.
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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
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Oh, The Guns Of Brixton (4x)
Going Strong
- Music: Barton, Kelly, Lyrics: Casey -
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.
chorus: 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 newbreed 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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In The Streets Of Boston
- Music: Close, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
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
chorus: So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace-teh 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!
John Law
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -
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
- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton, Kelly -
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)
chorus: 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
- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton, Kelly -
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
chorus: 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
- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton -
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
Chorus: 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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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
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Noble
- Lyrics: McColgan - Music: Dropkick Murphy's -
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
chorus: 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
- Music: Barton, Kelly Lyrics: Casey -
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!
Chorus: 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
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey -
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 delt
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His Way 3X
Road of the Rigteous
- Intro and Verse 1 - Lyrics: McColgan, Music: Barton -
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
chorus: 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.
- Trad' - J. Steiner, B. Hawes - Murphys' Version - Casey, Barton -
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
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.
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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 train
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He's the skinhead who never returns 2X
Ten Years Of Service
- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton -
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
Chorus: 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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Tenant Enemy #1
- Lyrics: McColgan, Music: Dropkick Murphy's -
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
chorus: 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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Watch Your Back
- Lyrics / Music: Cock Sparrer -
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.
chorus: 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.
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Roll Call
- Lyrics / Music: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) -
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
- Lyrics / Music: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) -
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 bareknuckled fist
Pipebomb on Lansdowne
INSPIRED BY MARK VIERA
- Lyrics / Music: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) -
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!
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
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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.
(The problem with the world today is that nobody can take a joke anymore)
Perfect Stranger
- Lyrics / Music: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) -
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
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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!!!!!
