They 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?.
Dropkick Murphys - CAPTAIN KELLY'S KITCHEN (COURTIN' IN THE KITCHEN). . Come single guy and gal unto me pay attention. Don't ever fall in love. It's the devil's own invention.
When I was thirteen, I bought a scally cap looked up to the older guys who drank at the rat. couldn't wait to grow up just to drink with the crew put my name on the map and have a social few.
I wake up another day. But nothing changed in any way. My eyes are dead and all I see. Is darkness that's surroundin' me. . Voices from above I hear. Requiems ring in my ear.
Nothing they could do but sit down there with the black coal all around them, and the water rose so quick and cold, an unlikely place to drown.. . Nine in the mine, trapped down below- down, down, down in the ground.
Bring around the fire, set me up and let me go. I ain't going down until I've had my fill. The chase is nearly ended, the party starts tonight. They said we'd never learn, we never will.
On that snowy bright December day. She came and took my breath away. I was there and I met my love so fair. A beauty oh so true and rare. . For who we are and what we'll be.
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..
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..
Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them. Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men. With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss.
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..
Cell block five, how I hate Bromide. With your coffee in the morning makes you so sterile. The corner gang never made a man of me boys. . You know the walls are taller and the inmates scheme.
In a neat little town they call Brockton. Apprenticed in trade I was bound. And many an hour of sweet happiness. I spent in that neat little town. Then bad misfortune befell me.
Urban legend and American folklore,. Tells of a man who was one of a kind. A sure gent with a flair for fashion, prone to violence at any time. A legendary hooligan with a thirst for blood and a taste for booze.
I've lost all the time that I have in this world. I've spent it unwisely, unwisely you see. And I can't get it back and I can't move forward. I'm broken and I'm empty, it's over for me.
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!.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to feel.
Tonight my son I'll heed the call. If you're to live, then I must fall.. . Just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun. one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side.