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Dropkick Murphys - Do Or Die

Автор: Rancid
Опубликовано: 19.11.2005 16:56

  1. Cadence To Arms (Instrumental)

  2. 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 ninety’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»

    It’s 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

  3. 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!»

  4. Never Alone
    You say it’s because 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

    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
    Don’t come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist
    You’re 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

    Never alone… the city streets are where we roam
    Never alone… this is Boston it’s our home
    Never alone… the city streets are where we roam
    Never alone… this is Boston it’s our home

    I 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 never be beat
    You can shoot and you can kick but together we’ll stick
    Through thick and thin not stick nor stone
    Can break the bond that has here grown
    Arm and arm we fight as one

  5. Caught In A Jar
    Now there comes a day, in every man’s 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
    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 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
    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

  6. 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 on 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

    The times were tough but the memories remain
    Situation rough but we overcame
    Side by side one for all together we grew
    ’Cause when it’s 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

    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

    The times were tough but the memories remain
    Situation rough but we overcame
    Side by side one for all together we grew
    ’Cause when it’s said and done I’ll look back on friends like you!

  7. 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-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

  8. 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
    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 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 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
    That’s 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 image of a Middle East land
    Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land

  9. Fightstarter Karaoke
    Riot tonight everybody let’s go!
    Gonna start a fight but with who I don’t fucking know
    It 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

    It 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.

    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 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

  10. 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 and 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

    He’ll be dead before the daylight shines
    But the thoughts and prayers of a million 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

    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 million strong
    Might keep this boy from dying

  11. 3rd Man In
    My friends, my town — camaraderie we’ll 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 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!

  12. Tennant Enemy #1
    Well, it’s 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?

    Just you better look out and watch your backs…

    Tenant enemy number one
    Tenant enemy number one

  13. 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 tripling way:
    With love for the 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 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
    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
    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
    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 you’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
    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 I’m dead?!»

  14. 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 I’ll never forget the cost

    Number 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 life’s path
    Now with all these put into perspective, noble this one’s for you

    Number one!
    He was a kid from the neighborhood
    Cut down in a brutal fight on a cold and lonely Ashmont night

  15. Boys On The Docks (Murphy’s Pub Version)
    Say hey, Johnny boy, the battle call
    United 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 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 who’s 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 can’t be alone
    We came to this country you made it our home

    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 Johnny me boy, you live hear no longer
    Others forgotten, your memory’s stronger
    Let’s 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 can’t 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 I’ll tell ya they don’t like our kind
    Though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind

  16. 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

    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

    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 it’s 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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ribbyramone [тру тил дэтх], 01.09.2007 16:42

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