I've seen street corner preachers spending' discharge pay. Between periods of gettin' stiff. And happy tipplers singing' songs of discontent. With each and every passion' sip.
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle.
We waited together for the cowards to come. Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run. No mercy, no quarter. They'll pay for their sins. Now lower the cannons the battle begins.
What you do that's nothing new. It's all been said and done. You can do whatever you want. If it's what you call fun. You can hang around with all you pals.
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?.
Bonfires burning bright. Pumpkin faces in the night. I remember Halloween. Dead cats hanging from poles. Little dead are out in droves. I remember Halloween!.
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?. Sure they crawl around and scurry,. Yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time.
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,.
Gonna be a blackout. Gonna nail me a black curtain up good an' tight. Gonna do what my air raid man says is right. I'm gonna pull down my shade an' turn out my light.
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles. Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles. I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies.
Freedom. Same old story, nothings changed.. Only the rules have been rearranged.. You treat the losers commodity.. Act to someone yourself by day to day.
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..
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,. Ooh, they're red, white and blue.. And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",. Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,.
"Never take your loved ones for granted: they could be gone tomorrow". All of my dreams seem to fall by the side like a discarded thought or the day's fading light.
For Boston for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston. For Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fame. For here are all one and our hearts are true. And the towers on the heights reach the heavens own blue..
Trouble underground in Kenmore Square. You'd better watch out, you'd better beware. It's time to go, goodbye good luck. They said people like you screw everything up.
Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street. A gentle Irishman mighty odd. He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet. To rise in the world he carried a hod.
In the town of Milton one. Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent. Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again,. Bought a three decker with two floors for rent.
- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -. Riot tonight everybody let's go gonna start a fight but with who I don't know (2x). chorus: Doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down just a little courage to lift him off the ground.