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Dropkick Murphys Time to Go 12,000 copies given away free at the Fleet |
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Time To Go
Written by Dropkick Murphys
(chorus)
Go! Go! Black and Gold!
Old-time hockey, bar the door
Clear the track it’s all-out war
Light the lamp, throw a hit. Black and Gold never quit
The barn is full, our team’s in town
So put ‘em up boys, knock ‘em down.
Drop the puck, it’s time to go!
Bust outta work, it’s quarter-past five
Time to round up the gang and take the Red to the Orange Line
Head for the street and the Causeway crowd
You can feel it in the air, when the team’s in town
Rancourt’s ready, it’s time to take to the ice
So tie down the jersey ’cause it could get ugly tonight
Top corner, five hole, off the post and in
On a quest for the cup, and we’re ready to win
The Dirty Glass
Written by Dropkick Murphys
Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
I long for you now night and day
Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
I feel now I’ve lost you to health and good cheer
Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young
A boy beyond his age, or so I’d tell someone
Anyone who’d listen and a few who couldn’t care
Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share
(chorus)
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
You shut me off and you showed me the door
But you always came crawling back begging me for more
I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
(Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor)
You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door
With my brother’s new non-duplicate registry ID
Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
You weren’t the first to court me mister you won’t be the last
Oh, sure I wasn’t honey, I know all about your past
Listen to the big shot with his pager on call
You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall
(Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)
Mind you own business, boy, how was I to know
That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat
Well it’s all in the past bitch ’cause now I’ve got it beat.