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Violence-A-Go-Go
01:48
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VIOLENCE-A-GO-GO
If our songs incite a riot
Then we’re doing something right
But we can’t be held responsible
If they only came to fight, tonight
We only came to have some fun
Get drunk and rock ‘n roll
And we refuse to take the blame
For situations beyond our control
Go-Go!
You banned us from your club
Because you don’t understand
And you were afraid of the skinheads
That came to see our band
You didn’t like their presence
Or what they represent
You were too afraid to kick them out
So you kicked us out instead
Go-Go!
Violence! Violence!
a-Go-Go! Go-Go!
Blame It On The Band!
You blame the band for the violence!
Violence-A-Go-Go!
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2. |
Zombie Lover
00:38
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ZOMBIE LOVER
I’m a zombie lover
Won’t eat your brains
But I’ll fuck your brains out
I’m a zombie lover
Won’t eat your brains
But you know I’ll eat
Between your legs
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3. |
Me & My Attitude
03:16
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ME & MY ATTITUDE
Just because I seemed happy yesterday
Doesn’t mean it was because of you
And just because I woke up pissed today
Doesn’t mean I’m pissed off at you
If I ask you, “how was your day, today?”
Doesn’t mean I want a life story from you
And if I ask you to leave me alone today
Doesn’t mean I’m only talking about you
It’s just me
And my attitude
It’s just how I am
Not because of you
Just because I don’t wanna go out
Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna go with you
And just because I never showed up
Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be seen with you
If I tell you I don’t feel like it today
Doesn’t mean I’m making up an excuse
And if I tell you to get away from me
Doesn’t mean I’m only talking about you
It’s just me
And my attitude
It’s just how I am
Not because of you
Get a life
This isn’t about you
Get it?
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4. |
T.R. Kids
03:02
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T.R. KIDS
Living in abandonment
In an abandoned shack
But they're doing all right
They cover each other's back
Bonded by rejection
A brand burned into their skin
And they wear it with pride
Each with their own reason
In suburban destitution
The change they've made is spare
From condescending eyes
People pretend to care
But they don't want them there!
They are totally rejected
Surviving as a family
Something they've never known
Because the structure had been broken
Long before they left home
White picket fences only hold in abuse
Restricted inside
Destroying America's youth
Living in abandonment
Bonded by rejection
In suburban destitution
What a combination!
They're the T.R. kids of suburbia
In dysfunctional America
All they've got is each other
But that's all they need
That's all they need
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5. |
Oi Boi
02:28
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OI BOI
Red blood, white honor and a blue collar
This is the true story of a working class man
The blood, sweat, honor and the struggle to be the best he can
In a society where the rich get richer still
And fat men in armchairs light cigars with 20-dollar bills
I’ve got my boots & braces
I’m ready to work
I am always working 40+ hours a week
And I still can’t seem to get my ends to meet
The struggle of the working man is my struggle every day
Put in all the overtime I can; but it’s the taxman who gets paid
I’ve got my boots & braces
I’m ready to work
Oi! Boi!
Red blood, white honor and a blue collar
What little I've got I had to work really hard to get
I pay my dues with steel capped boots, callused hands & sweat
Won't retire a rich man
Might have to work 'til the day I die
But power can't be found in your wallet
Power is your pride
I’ve got my boots & braces
I’m ready to work
Oi! Boi!
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6. |
Nasty Cough
02:30
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NASTY COUGH
Well I got all fucked up last night
Drank a shitload of PBRs
Smoked all my god damn Pall Malls
Now I got a headache I just can’t shake
I got a nasty cough
Well let me have Ugly tell you a story
About how this little song came to be
So, some say that love is blind
But I must say, he disagrees
Yeah, sometimes he miss’ that girl
Sure as hell don’t miss that misery
So, I took him out to get drunk, last night
To drink that girl right off his mind
Kept drinkin’ till he couldn’t remember her name
Anymore
It was a PBR & Pall Mall night
Smoked & drank too much, but just right
Till he got a nasty cough & stumbled out the door
Well, I don’t know what I’m gonna do today
‘cause tomorrow don’t know if she’s ever gonna come
I don’t know what I’m gonna do today without you, girl
My sweet baby girl
Well, I’ll say it again
And I’ll fuckin’ sing it again
Well I got all fucked up last night
Drank a shitload of PBRs
Smoked all my god damn Pall Malls
Now I got a headache I just can’t shake
I got a nasty cough
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7. |
My Irish Girl (2006)
01:40
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MY IRISH GIRL
I was sitting here with my Irish girl
I love her more than anything in the world
And she said she felt the same about me
Then, one day, she hopped on a plane
And went to a land half a world away
I didn't even know she was gonna leave
She went back
She went back to Ireland
Without me
Now, I'm without my Irish girl
I miss her more than anything in the world
I can still smell her perfume on my sheets
I don't see her anymore
Except when I pass out on the floor
I, sometimes, get to see her in my dreams
In nineteen hundred and ninety eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
But every time I drink I think of her
Erin Go Bragh!
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8. |
Road Kill
03:27
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ROAD KILL
There are obstacles on the road of life
There’s a path that is chosen and a path you choose
And when the road forks to the left and right
It’s an opportunity to redirect your life
The warning signs along the road of life
Are there to help you steer in the right direction
So if you’re speeding down a dead end street
Better make a U-turn or you’re gonna crash and burn
Can’t start it over
Just gotta deal with what you’re dealt
Sometimes you come up aces
But sometimes you crap out
Can’t start it over
There are lessons to be learned
And these experiences give you strength
For when you take your next wrong turn
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9. |
Hardware
01:53
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HARDWARE
You've been living in fear for as long as you can remember
It's to the point you don't remember why at all
And every time you're confronted you quickly change your views
The only things I've seen you lose is your stance, your pride,
And respect in my eyes
But to me these are things you should not want to be lost
A black eye will heal in a week or two
And once it's gone the pain's invisible
But respect takes a long time to earn
Maybe someday you will learn
The true power of a person is what's inside the mind
Not in the punch
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10. |
Stormtroopers on Patrol
02:23
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STORMTROOPERS ON PATROL
Our boots, laced up tight on our feet
Storm the streets, storm the streets
'Cause we're crucified for our beliefs
Storm the streets, storm the streets
Every day's another war
Which most of you choose to ignore
We're on the frontlines, leading the rebellion
Planting the seeds along the beaten path to glory & victory!
We are stormtroopers on patrol
Stormtroopers on patrol
Stormtroopers on patrol
This is our war. This is our nation
Storm the streets, storm the streets
This is a strike, an insurrection
Storm the streets, storm the streets
We fight for our fundamental rights
Such as our equality before the law
Freedom of speech & association
Freedom of belief and the promise of glory & victory!
Sturmtruppen!!!
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11. |
Post War Crimes
02:40
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POST WAR CRIMES
When you came home from the war
They cussed and spit at you
And these were the people you were fighting for
You watched your friends die all around you
But you left there alive
They left their blood, with honor, in the killing fields
All those flag burning conscientious objectors
Are the true war criminals
Their anti-war hypocrisy preached peace with acts of violence
Then tried to start another war with you at home
But, to me, you'll always be a hero
You didn't dodge the draft or defect to Canada
(Unlike those traitors)
When Uncle Sam called up for you
You did your duty as an honorable American
With pride and loyalty to the U.S. of A.
Of thee I sing this song of praise as a small token
Of my appreciation for you
Many of us do remember your heroism
And your sacrifices on our behalf will never be forgotten
'Cause, you see, you'll always be a hero to me
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12. |
I Wanna Do A Donna
01:23
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I WANNA DO A DONNA
Donna R., Donna C.
Makes no difference to me
Donna F., Donna A.
Any time, any day
Donna C., Donna R.
In the back seat of my car
Donna A., Donna F.
All night night long 'til we run outta breath
They're so electrocute!
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13. |
If Not For The Ramones
01:20
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IF NOT FOR THE RAMONES
I remember where I was at
When I first heard "Beat On The Brat"
I was sitting on Audrey's bed
On the first day I met her dad
I remember my first Ramones show
Waiting for the band yelling, "Hey! Ho! Let's Go!"
They came on stage, on came the lights
With 1-2-3-4 came "Durango 95"
If not for the Ramones
I wouldn't be behind this microphone
I wouldn't be in a band of my own
I wouldn't be up here playing this show
I'd probably never leave home
We want the airwaves
Remember rock 'n roll radio?
Don't wanna go down to the basement, Daddy-O
I know they wanna give me psychotherapy
Don't wanna be a pinhead no more
Not me!
Baby, don't go
I want you around
My brain is hanging upside down
I wanna be sedated
Gimme Gimme shock treatment
I'm a nazi baby
Yes I am
I'm against it!
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Ugly Lenny - guitar & vocals
Clinto - guitar
Bailleul - drums
Greg Broyhill - bass
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