- Cadence To Arms (Instrumental)
- Do Or Die
The once steel tough fabric of a union man
Was sold and bartered away
Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years,
Caught in a drift in greedy ninetys days
So inside this song is our rally cryYour dreams are in danger,
And «we must rise»
Our time has come we are under the gun
«Its 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
The once steel tough fabric of the union man
Was sold and bartered away
Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years,
Caught adrift in greedy nineties days
- 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«We all fall down» so get up now
«We all fall down» so get up now
Since 77 theyve 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 Ill tell you this didnt waste their life
«We all fall down» so get up now
«We all fall down» so get up now
«Why dont you get up and get out!»
- Never Alone
You say its because were 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,
Well stick together you and I
Dont need no guns or drugs on our streets
Just a place to go and the boots on our feetYoung skinhead they call you hooligan
Just because you dont 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
Youre torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans
Are the colors you wear and the life that youve seen
You tell the truth look people in the eye
Dont live you life in no baggy disguise
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
I dont need no gang to watch my ass
Just loyal friendship and a pint of bass
Well sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
But our will and spirit can never be beat
You can shoot and you can kick but together well stick
Through thick and thin not stick nor stone
Can break the bond that has here grown
Arm and arm we fight as one
- Caught In A Jar
Now there comes a day, in every mans life
Where decisions have to be made:
Whether to toil so labor
Or just plain piss your days away, away, away!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
Satans grin is bearing down on me
Up in the morn, here comes the day,
God knows I hate it this way when Im in a casket life,
Fighting the wife, neglecting the kids, spending time on ridiculous bids,
The four walls are closing in!
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
Satans grin is bearing down on me
Still got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar,
Madness and insanity have arrived
- Memories Remain
Well we started shooting hoops now were 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 souls with you
Cause one things for sure I always swore Id never turn my back on youNever turned our back stuck together thru and thru
The times have changed but my heard and souls with you
Wouldnt turn your backs and you didnt walk away
Wed never run we stand as one and this is what we say
The 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 Ill 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 wouldnt turn you backs and you didnt walk away
Cause wed never run we stand as one until this very day
Never turned our back stuck together thru and thru
The times have changed but my heard and souls with you
Wouldnt turn your backs and you didnt walk away
Wed never run we stand as one and this is what we say
The 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 Ill look back on friends like you!
- 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 cureIve seen a few men go «the road of the righteous»
And a few have traveled «this old lonely path»
Ive seen a few men go «the road of the righteous»
By God Im sure well see some more «go there blessed way»
Hey its gonna, take some foot work to get you on your way,
Theyll be pit-fully 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
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
- Far Away Coast
Here in the trenches the fist of the beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased
With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death
Its American soil I hope for at bestBut the duty I serve cant begin to compare
To my ancestors battles and wars throughout the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell
Sail away to a place thats unknown
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 its 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 theres reason to toast
A cloudy dark image of a Middle East land
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land
- Fightstarter Karaoke
Riot tonight everybody lets go!
Gonna start a fight but with who I dont fucking know
It doesnt take a big man to knock somebody down
Just a little courage to lift him off the groundThis 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 dont fucking know
It doesnt 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.
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!
It doesnt 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
- Barroom Hero
Face down in the gutter wont admit defeat
Though his clothes are soiled and black
Hes a big, strong man with a childs mind,
Dont you take his booze away!Hes been at it for years drinkin balls and beer
Hes a hero to most he meets
But inside he cries black swollen eyes
This man he sheds no tears
Now his wife and kids sing a different tune
As they worry about their daddy dyin
But this arrogant fool breaks every rule
Itll be nothing but pride that kills him
Hell be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this boy from dying
Hes 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
Could he listen? No he wont! Thats all she wrote
Hell be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
Might keep this boy from dying
- 3rd Man In
My friends, my town camaraderie well never finish last
We stood as one where they are 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 isnt right
Third man in is how you show your care
Nothing else matters but the fight!
- Tennant Enemy #1
Well, its always been about big money for them,
Theyre greedy and they reek
Soaring profits, big gains, the cash accumulation gains
Is all these cowards seekAnd they always find a way to kick out the needy
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?
Just you better look out and watch your backs…
Tenant enemy number one
Tenant enemy number one
- Finnegans Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
Hed a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod,
You see hed sort of a tripling way:
With love for the liquor poor Tim was born,
To help him on with his work each day,
Hed a drop of the craythor every mornOne 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 sheet, and laid him upon the bed,
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of porter at his head
And whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasnt it the truth I told ye lots of fun at Finnegans 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
Timberly, why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see paddy Magee
And whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasnt it the truth I told ye lots of fun at Finnegans wake
Then OConnor took up the job
«Arrah!» biddy says she youre wrong Im 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
Shillelagh-law was all the rage,
An a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey 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 Im dead?!»
- Noble
You grew up honest and straight, always one of the guys
The laughs, the brews, good friends forever «drinking camaraderie»
But then one night you were taken from us, gone forever lost
Stolen away in an Ashmont second and Ill never forget the costNumber one!
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 lifes path
Now with all these put into perspective, noble this ones for you
Number one!
He was a kid from the neighborhood
Cut down in a brutal fight on a cold and lonely Ashmont night
- Boys On The Docks (Murphys Pub Version)
Say hey, Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we cant be alone
We came to this country you made it our homeThis 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 whos fight
Was for the masses, he gave his life
Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we cant be alone
We came to this country you made it our home
A friend to the locals who dabbled in crime
Hed give you a job and hed give you his time
He wasnt a crook but he couldnt be conned
John knew the difference between right and wrong
Say Johnny me boy, you live hear no longer
Others forgotten, your memorys stronger
Lets drink to the causes in your life
Your family, your friends, the union, your wife
Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call
United we stand, divided we fall
Together we are what we cant be alone
We came to this country you made it our home
And the boys on the docks needed john for sure
When they came to this country he opened the door
He said men Ill tell ya they dont like our kind
Though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind
- 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.ADid he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unknown
He may ride forever neath the streets of Boston
Hes 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
Did he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unknown
He may ride forever neath the streets of Boston
Hes a skinhead who never returned
Now all night long skinhead drives through the station
Wondering who can I go and see
Cant afford to buy crack in Chelsea
Or a bundle in Roxbury
Did he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unknown
He may ride forever neath the streets of Boston
Hes a skinhead who never returned
Skinheads 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
Did he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unknown
He may ride forever neath the streets of Boston
Hes a skinhead who never returned
Now you citizens of Boston dont you think its a scandal
How the skinhead stole the train
Whats the big fuckin deal, hell work for beer
Let the skinhead drive the fucking train