1.  Barroom Hero
2.  Fightstarter Karaoke
3.  John Law
4.  Regular Guy
5.  3rd Man In
6.  Career Opportunites (Live) (The Clash cover song)
7.  Never Alone
8.  Take It Or Leave It
9.  Eurotrash
10.  Front Seat
11.  Denial
12.  Billy's Bones
13.  Road Of The Righteous
14.  Guns Of Brixton (Live) (The Clash cover song)
15.  Cadence To Arms (Live) (Traditional)
16.  Do Or Die (Live)
17.  In The Streets Of Boston (Live)
18.  Never Alone (Live)
19.  Get Up (Live)
20.  Far Away Coast (Live)
21.  Boys On The Docks (Live)
22.  Skinhead On The MTBA (Live) (Traditional)
23.  I've Had Enough (Live)
24.  White Riot (Live) (The Clash cover song)
 

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.

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.

John Law
Now let me tell you about a man named John Law Heís 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 Heís helpin little kids deliver newspapers When John Laws not chasin crackheads from their perch Hes helpin old ladys on their way to church Freeze, we said Stop His name was John Law For John Law, Neighborhood cop A man we know and love 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 whoíve never broke the law Sing about police oppression, but theyíve never met John Law He doesnít fuck with young kids drinking in the Park But he makes the city safe for women after dark.

Regular Guy
Iíve 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 doesnít pay, Iím a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way.  His Way.  His Way.  His Way.  Now my Mind set may vary but here I still lay Donít know how I got here or think I care to stay The past will be present if I dare to forget Iíve got two feet in the future but its not here yet Here Yet.  Here Yet.  Here Yet.  This life is here to stay, and you canít take my pride away I was born in to this life, and these are the cards Iím delt Iíve 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 doesnít pay, Iím a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way.  His Way.  His Way.  His Way.

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!

Career Opportunites (Live)
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) Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock.  I hate the army an' I hate the Cambridge Police. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock.  Oi Oi Oi, Carney Givens, Arthur McGilvrey, Bobby Linchsky  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 Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock.  Careers, Careers, Careers... Ain't never gonna knock.

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.

Take It Or Leave It

Eurotrash
This Song Goes Out To All The Trendy, Spoiled Bastards Who 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.  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 rich boy, fuck your ero bars!  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.  Kill!  Kill!  Kill!

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

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"...  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"...  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. 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...!  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.
It's real.

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 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.

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."

Guns Of Brixton (Live)
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.  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.  You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton.  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 You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton.  Oh, The Guns Of Brixton.  Oh, The Guns Of Brixton.  Oh, The Guns Of Brixton.  Oh, The Guns Of Brixton.

Cadence To Arms (Live) (Traditional)

Do Or Die (Live)
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".

In The Streets Of Boston (Live)
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.  So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace.  the end is coming, no time for running.  Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight.  So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for
impact, why don't you brace.  the end is coming, no time for running.  The end is coming, no time for running now!

Never Alone (Live)
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.

Get Up (Live)
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!"

Far Away Coast (Live)
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.

Boys On The Docks (Live)
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 MTBA (Live) (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.

I've Had Enough (Live)

White Riot (Live) (The Clash cover song)
white riot... i wanna riot.  white riot... a riot of my own.  white riot... i wanna riot.  white riot... a riot of my own.  black people gotta lot a problems.  but they don't mind throwing a brick.  white people go to school.  where they teach you how to be thick.  and everybody's doing just what they're told to.  and nobody wants to go to jail!  all the power's in the hands of people rich enough to buy it.  while we walk the street too chicken to even try it.  everybody's doing just what they're told to.  nobody wants to go to jail!  are you taking over or are you taking orders?  are you going backwards or are you going forwards?
 
 
 

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