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Boys on the Docks Released July 1997 Available on CD Released on Cyclone Records. |
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Boys On The Dock
Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton
Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly
Chorus: 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
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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 Lets drink to the causes in your life Your family, your friends, the union, your wife
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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
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Never Alone
Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton
You say its 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
Chorus: 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 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’ Your 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
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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 not be beat You can shoot and you can kick but together we’ll stick Through thick and thin not stick or stone Can break the bond that has here grown Arm and Arm We Fight As One
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In The Streets Of Boston
Music: Close, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan
Got a bleak perspective, I’m a streetwise man. Going nowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night
chorus: 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.
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The end is coming, no time for running NOW!
Caps and Bottles
Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton
When I was 13 I bought a scally cap Looked up to the older guys Who drank at the Rat Couldn’t wait to grow up And drink with the crew Put my name on the map and have a social few
I recall when I was small I thought I’d be a legend soon But that was then and this is now A harder road could not be found Don’t get me wrong good times were had Sometimes the fun outweighed the bad But all in all now said and done I can recall more bad than fun
Its killing me-the answers here its plain to see Its killing me – I’m half the man I thought I’d be Its killing me-Its taken years but now I see Its taken years but now I see I’m not the man I’d thought I’d be
I’d fight them all big or small, Angel dust and bud tall Collars up and fists the same Protect your friends and family same Had my lumps, received a few But not near what I deserved Some say this life’s my punishment Some say this life’s my justice served
Barracudas-scally caps, Barrell fires-sing alongs Down the park where I belong, Bar room brawls and Irish songs
Eurotrash
Lyrics: Casey, McColgan, Music: Barton
This Song Goes Out To All The Trendy, Spoiled Bastards Who Listen To Shitty Music!
Euro Trash, go away, so so trendy, you’re pathetic. Euro Scumbag, champagne and caviar, techno bullshit, blaring from your daddy’s car.
chorus: You are such a mess, I hate you Euro Trash. You try hard to dress like you’re 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 through clothing way too tight. Euro jerkoff who the fuck do you think you are? Spoiled richboy, fuck your euro bars!
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Kill! Kill! Kill!
Front Seat
Music: Barton, Lyrics: McColgan
Some times I get so fired up I never feel like coming down. But your attitude you have is tearing us apart. You constantly whine and moan, waxing passively. I’ve got a solution for you today.
chorus: 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 have an ongoing war me and you, but I’ve got the answer and I know what to do
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Anger, Dischord, Pissed Off, Lets Tear This Place Apart!
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