Dropkick Murphys Album

Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and
black,
He's a big, strong man with a childs mind, don't you take his booze away!

He's been at it for years drinking 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
dying,
But this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills
him.

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 fool 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 fool from
dying.

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 fool 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 fool from
dying.

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 fool from

Riot tonight EVERYBODY LET'S GO
gonna start a fight but with who I don't fuckin' know
[2x]

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 LET'S GO
gonna start a fight but with who I don't fuckin' know
[2x]

It doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down
just a little courage to lift him off the ground!
[2x]

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!
[2x]

This world is not what it seems

Now let me tell you about a man named John Law He's a neighborhood cop the
toughest man I ever saw A man who knows his duty, a man with a gun To the people
in the neighborhood John Law is number one Freeze, we said Stop His name was
John Law For John Law, Neighborhood cop A man we know and love When John Laws
not Kickin Ass on robbers and rapist He's helpin little kids deliver newspapers
When John Laws not chasin crackheads from their perch He's helpin old ladys on
their way to church Freeze, we said Stop His name was John Law For John Law,
Neighborhood cop A man we know and love He walks the Beat Riding scumbags from
the streets He turns his eye to petty crime Cause John Law will never drop a
dime Suburban Anarchists who've never broke the law Sing about police
oppression, but they've never met John Law He doesn't fuck with young kids

I've got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in
front of me there's no looking back. As I trudge the path of destiny my opinion
doesn't pay, I'm a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way. His Way. His
Way. His Way. Now my Mind set may vary but here I still lay Don't know how I got
here or think I care to stay The past will be present if I dare to forget I've
got two feet in the future but its not here yet Here Yet. Here Yet. Here Yet.
This life is here to stay, and you can't take my pride away I was born in to
this life, and these are the cards I'm dealt I've got two hands in my pocket and
a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me there's no looking back.
As I trudge the path of destiny my opinion doesn't pay, I'm a blue collar simple

My friends, my town... comraderie. We'll never finish last We stood as one where
are they 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

[The Clash cover song]
The offered me the office, offered me the shop. They said I'd better take
anything they'd got. Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you
really wanna be a cop? (no fuckin' way) Career opportunities are the ones that
never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career
opportunity, the ones that never knock. I hate the army an' I hate the Cambridge
Police. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service
rules And I won't open letter bombs for you Career opportunities are the ones
that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career
opportunity, the ones that never knock. Oi Oi Oi, Carney Givens, Arthur
McGilvrey, Bobby Linchsky They're gonna have to introduce conscription. They're
gonna have to take away my prescription. If they wanna get me making toys, If
they wanna get me, well, I got no choice Career opportunities are the ones that
never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career
opportunity, the ones that never knock. Careers, Careers, Careers... Ain't never

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...

See it, do you believe it, you can take it, or leave it. Take you on a rockin
stroll, dig yourself a deeper hole. Lookin high but feelin low, pray to God to
save your soul.
Too fast livin on the edge don't wanna die before my time. But 12 beers later .

This Song Goes Out To All The Trendy,
Spoiled Bastards Who Listen To Shitty Music!
Euro Trash, go away, so so trenty, your pathetic.
Euro Scumbag, champagne and cavier, techno bullshit, blarin from your daddys
car.
You are such a mess, I hate you Euro Trash.
You try hard to dress like your 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 throught clothing way too tight.
Euro jerkoff who the fuck do you think you are?
Spoiled rich boy, fuck your ero bars!
You are such a mess, I hate you Euro Trash.
You try hard to dress like your the best.
Why don't you must go away, don't you look down on me.

Some times I get so fired up I never feel like comin down.
But your attitude you have is tearin us apart.
You constantly whine and moan, waxing passively.
I've got a solution for you today.
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.
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.
Anger, Dischord, Pissed Off, Lets Tear This Place Apart!
We'll take the front seat mister, and we're never gonna take the back

In the face of all thats obvious I continue to wreck my life... So set in my
ways it's impossible to do whats good... Smokin, jokin + boozin my time away
Just livin for the pain + lies "caught in denial"... Look in the mirror to only
see a liars face in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart
is turning. On with self slaught, the barfly gives in... once again the bottle
is judge + jury He's caught in a struggle that calls for his life... so caught
up in his own self destruction, "caught in denial"... Look in the mirror to only
see a liars face in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart
is turning. I Made my own bed I'll sit in the mess this poison booze lifestyle
is a dear friend And I know it's a lie, but it's all that I have I'm going right
for the end with total abandon...! Look in the mirror to only see a liars face
in front of me I've tried so hard to heed the warnings my heart is turning.

Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an arsenal from Tottenham
blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting
now Billy saw a copper and he hit hime in the knee Took him down from six foot
to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-me That copper
won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now, don't you know that
we Need you now With aratata and the old kow-tow where are Billy's bones Resting
now Billy went away with the peace keeping force cause he Liked a bloddy good
fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan
Billy saw the Arabs and he had'em on the run when he got'em In the range of his
sub machine gun Then he got the Israelis in his sights, went ra-ta-ta And they
ran like Shi-ites Hey Billy Son where are you now, One night Billy had a rare
old time, laughing and singing on The Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking
too pretty never even got To see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the
desert sun and his mother cries When the morning comes And there's mother's
crying all over the world, for their poor Dead darling boys and girls Hey Billy
son where are you now, Born on a Monday, married on a Tuesday, Drunk on a
Wednesday, got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday, Died on a Saturday,

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-fally 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. 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." 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. 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

When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come? With your hands on your
head, Or on the trigger of your gun. When the law break in, How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row. You can crush us, You can
bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton. The money feels
good, and your life you like it well... But surely your time will come, as in
heaven, as in hell. You see, he feels like Ivan, Born under the Brixton sun. His
game is called survivin', At the end of the harder they come. You know it means
no mercy. They caught him with a gun. No need for the Black Maria, Goodbye to
the Brixton sun. You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer
to Oh, the guns of Brixton. When they kick at your front door, How you gonna
come? With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun. You can crush
us, You can bruise us, You can even shoot us... Oh-The Guns Of Brixton Shot down
on the pavement, Waiting in death row. His game is called survivin', As in
heaven as in hell You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer
to Oh, the guns of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton.

[No lyrics]

The once steel tough fabric of a Union man Was sold and Bartered away Fed to
money wolves in the Reagen years, Caught in a drift in greedy nintetie'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". Its 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.
Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come we are under the
gun "It's Do or Die". The once steel tough fabric of the union man was sold and
bartered away Fed to money wolves in the Reagen years, Caught adrift in greedy
nineties days. Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come

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.
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.
So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace.
The end is coming, no time for running.

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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...

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!" "Why

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 through 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 images of
a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land. Sail away to a place
that's unknown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call

[Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly]

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 me 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 no longer,
Others forgotten, your memory's stronger.
Lets 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 "Man I'll tell ya, they don't like our kind.
Though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind."
Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call.
United we stand, divided we fall.
Together we are what we can't be alone.

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.

[chorus]
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.

[chorus]

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.

[chorus]

Skinhead's wife goes to the Scollay Square Station
Everyday at quarter past two,
and through the open window
She hands skinhead a grenade
as the train comes a rumbling through.

[chorus]

Now you citizens of Boston
don't you think its a scandal
How the skinhead stole the train
What's the big fuckin' deal,
he'll work for beer
Let the skinhead drive the train.

[chorus 2x]
He's the skinhead who never returned.
He's the skinhead who never returned.
I said the skin never returns.

[chorus 2x]
He's the skinhead who never returned.
He's the skinhead who never returned.

[No lyrics]

[The Clash cover song]
white riot... I wanna riot. white riot... a riot of my own. white riot... I
wanna riot. white riot... a riot of my own. black people gotta lot a problems.
but they don't mind throwing a brick. white people go to school. where they
teach you how to be thick. and everybody's doing just what they're told to. and
nobody wants to go to jail! all the power's in the hands of people rich enough
to buy it. while we walk the street too chicken to even try it. everybody's
doing just what they're told to. nobody wants to go to jail! are you taking over