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Dropkick Murphys - The Gang's All Here

Автор: Rancid
Опубликовано: 17.11.2005 18:42

  1. Roll Call
    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

  2. Blood And Whiskey
    Urban legend and American folklore,
    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 opponents life

    Shake the hand that shook the world
    For Blood and Whiskey with a bare knuckled fist

  3. Pipebomb On Lansdowne
    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 bombs gonna blow and I think you know why!

    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

    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

  4. Perfect Stranger
    Schizophrenic nightmares sending shivers down my spine
    I may be a little twisted, but I swear that my life is fine

    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

    Just when things are back on track, I sabotage myself
    These are all certain telltale signs of my decaying mental health

    Nobody’s Home!!!

  5. 10 Years Of Service
    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

    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 families 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

    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

  6. Upstarts And Broken Hearts
    I once met a young girl filled with fire,
    That saw through my front to this shell of a man
    She knew I’d be a handful from the start,
    This strong willed woman had an angels heart
    The holes in these wings don’t allow me to fly
    So you’d better brace for a life of pain,
    And if fate is the path to this better life
    Somehow I feel you’ll never see the faces change

    Through thick and thin,
    She stood by you
    She held the key to my broken heart

    I look back and wonder,
    Sit and ponder
    How I could have ever neglected you
    For the blood soaked soil on the old ball field,
    I gambled on a hand I wasn’t ready to lose
    But if the tables were turned and I faced the troubles,
    Tough times and struggles I put you through
    I’d of been there as you were through hardship and horror
    My life and my love are pledged to you

    Remember the nights she waited and wondered,
    fused to a myth that it had taken it’s toll.
    But this Godless man has mended his way,
    Never again will she be alone

    I remember it well,
    Still I always knew that she was destined to be my bride
    This woman had pride,
    She was full of life.
    I could see the passion in her eyes.
    She thought she found a man,
    But she fell for the devil
    An evil monster in disguise.
    Now I’ll honor and obey,
    Forever stay.
    True to you, my Irish rose

  7. Devils Brigade
    You’ve got no one to defend you, you’re out on your own
    Still fighting on the corner, you can never go home
    In this world of temptation, in this city of sin
    There’s nothing that can save you, but a strength from within

    Chorus: Because they’ll do it again, they’ve done it before,
    The Devils Brigade
    Headed down a dead end road with the Devils Brigade
    You’re being led astray

    The crew will not rest until your life’s in the piss
    Stop and think of you’re future, the chances you’ll miss
    Looking back on a resume of corruption and crime
    Cause you wasted your youth, taken down in your prime

    Dying to belong though it’s tearing you apart
    A bullet to the head and a knife to the heart
    Are the tools of the trade in this cold life of crime
    A smart, decent kid who has now lost his mind

  8. Curse Of A Fallen Soul
    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

    So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man,
    With a toast that tells of 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

    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)

  9. Homeward Bound
    I’ve seen street corner preachers spending discharge pay
    Between periods of getting stiff
    And happy tipplers singing songs of discontentment
    With each and every passing sip

    From the bookmaker’s clerk on the rowdy racing circuit
    Known as Tom Sharkey’s brawling bar
    To the tenders at the pubs and illegal sporting clubs
    In this town I call my home

    You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally
    Sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam
    «Obey your orders and protect your country»
    Said this father to his disheartened son

    I’ve traveled over seas, seen forks in the road
    From Raven to the pubs near Cunard Pier
    But the things weren’t the same, as the place where I became,
    A man in this town I call my home.

  10. Going Strong
    There’s a brand new century about to begin
    And the kids of the 90’s are paving’ 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

    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
    It’s a new breed of kids
    Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition
    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.

  11. Fighting 69th
    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 America

    So farewell unto you dear New York,
    Will I ever 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 honor 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

  12. Boston Asphalt
    Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them
    Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men
    With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss
    Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships
    From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard
    Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C.

    Intelligent,
    Respectable,
    But made of modest means With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams
    Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land
    Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man

  13. Wheel Of Misfortune
    Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers,
    take a guess for which side I was prone
    Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune,
    the legacy for which I was known

    Chorus:
    Down and out, I scream and I shout.
    For this man from whom I need my advice
    If the price is your life son, you’d better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier

    So you’d think I’d aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own
    Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I’m an heir to an unwanted throne

    Chorus:
    Now they’ve all got their theories,
    opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck
    Well the offers are plenty,
    my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone.

  14. The Only Road
    How could you choose a path without knowing where you’d end up
    Where you came from was a time and place that you had never been
    — Is this the only road
    Can you fake your way through conversation or just simply turn away
    Set a course for the desert sun is this the only choice
    To live without a choice, this is the only choice we’ll know
    Cut your teeth and now it’s time to show the world that what your made of
    Was a travesty that many just call luck
    — Is this the only road
    Now climb aboard the red line train that’s headed out of town
    Or stick around and just relive your past
    You’re always running out of wind and you keep saying it’s the end
    You’re always hoping that you’ll win, but then you throw in the towel in

  15. Amazing Grace
    Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
    I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see
    ’Twas grace that taught my heart to feel
    ’Twas grace my fears relieved
    How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed

  16. The Gang’s All Here
    Well the devil’s nipping at your heels and this time it’s for real
    A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain
    Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
    To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave

    Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
    Leave your worries at the door boy, they’re not going anywhere
    Hail, hail the gang’s all here
    When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there

    Well you’re walking down the road and the wind is in your face
    You’re down and out and the unemployment line’s a mile long
    The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
    But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

    Pick your heart up off the ground though I’m sure it weights a ton
    You’re no better or no worse than any mothers son
    Though you’re up against all odds and you’re backed against the wall
    You recall the cheer, «The Gang’s All Here» and shout!

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