1. Cadence To Arms (Traditional)
2. Do Or Die
3. Get Up
4. Never Alone
5. Caught In A Jar
6. Memories Remain
7. Road Of The Righteous
8. Far Away Coast
9. Fightstarter Karaoke
10. Barroom Hero
11. 3rd Man In
12. Tenant Enemy #1
13. Finnegan's Wake (Traditional)
14. Noble
15. Boys On The Docks (Murphys' Pub Version)
16. Skinhead On The MBTA (Traditional)
Cadence To Arms (Traditional)
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.
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.
Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come we are
under the gun "It's Do or Die". 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. Your dreams are in
danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come we are under the gun "It's
Do or Die".
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 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. "We All Fall Down."
So Get Up Now. "We All Fall Down." So Get Up Now. "Why
Don't You Get Up And Get Out!" "Why Don't You Get Up And Get Out!"
"Why Don't You Get Up And Get Out!"
Never Alone
You say its becasue weíre 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, Weíll
stick together you and I Donít need no guns or drugs on our streets just
a place to go and the boots on our feet. 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 donít make any sense to them But the blood that
runs right down your wrist Dont come from a knife, but the cuts on your
fistí Your torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans Are the colors you wear
and the life that youíve seen You tell the truth look people in the eye
Donít 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. Dont need no gang to watch
my ass Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass Weíll 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 weíll stick Through thick and thin
not stick or stone Can break the bond that has here grown Arm and Arm We
Fight As One. 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.
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! 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. 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 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 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. 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. 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!
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. 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. 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."
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. 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."
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. Sail away to a place that's 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 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. Sail away to a place that's 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.
Fightstarter Karaoke
Riot tonight everybody letís go gonna start a fight
but with who I donít know. Riot tonight everybody letís go gonna
start a fight but with who I donít know. Doesnít 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 donít
know. Riot tonight everybody lets go gonna start a fight but with
who I donít know. Doesnít take a big man to knock somebody down just
a little courage to lift him off the ground. 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.
Barroom Hero
Face down in the gutter wonít admit defeat though
his clothes are soiled and black, heís a big, strong man with a childs
mind, Donít you take his booze away! Heís been at it for years drinkiní
balls and beer heís 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 itíll be nothing but pride that kills him. Could he listen
no he wonít thatís all she wrote heíll be dead before the daylight shines
but the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this boy from
dying. Heís 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.
3rd Man In
My friends, my town... comraderie. Weíll
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 isnít
right Third man in is how you show your care Nothing else matters but the
fight!
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. 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? Tenant Enemy Number One. Tenant Enemy Number
One. Just you better look out and Watch your backs... Tenant Enemy
Number One. Tenant Enemy Number One.
Finnegan's Wake (Traditional)
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. 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. 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. 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.
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.
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. 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 youÝ Number One! He was
a kid from the neighborhood Cut down in a brutal fight on A cold and lonely
Ashmont night. 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 Uninted we
stand, divided we fall Together we are what we canít 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 whoís fight Was for the masses, he gave
his life. Say hey johnny boy, the battle call Uninted we stand, divided
we fall Together we are what we canít be alone We came to this country
you made it our home. A friend to the locals who dabbled in crime
Heíd give you a job and heíd give you his time He wasnít a crook but he
couldnít be conned John knew the difference between right and wrong Say
johney me boy, you live hear no longer Others forgotton, your memoryís
stronger Lets drink to the causes in your life. Your family, your
friends, the union, your wife. Say hey johnny boy, the battle call
Uninted we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we canít 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 opeded the
door He said men Iíll tell ya they donít like our kind Though it starts
with a fist it must end with your mind. Say hey johnny boy, the battle
call Uninted we stand, divided we fall Together we are what we canít be
alone We came to this country you made it our home.
Skinhead On The MBTA (Traditional)
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. 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. 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. 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.
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'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. 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. 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. 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. 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. He's the skinhead who
never returns. He's the skinhead who never returns.