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Dropkick Murphys
Dropkick Murphys


Информация
Откуда Quincy, Massachusetts, USA
Жанры Punk Rock
Hardcore Punk
Celtic Punk
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Hellcat Records
См. также Street Dogs
The Bruisers
The Ducky Boys
The Exit
Everybody Out!
The Outlets
Сайт Website
Состав
Tim Brennan
James Lynch
Al Barr
Ken Casey
Matt Kelly
Josh "Scruffy" Wallace
Jeff DaRosa
Бывшие участники
Marc Orrell
Mike McColgan
Rick Barton
Spicy McHaggis
Ryan Foltz
Jeff Erna
Joe Delaney



Альбом Dropkick Murphys


The Gang's All Here (09.03.1999)
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Rally together gather around, the scent of a battle is near.
The cannon sounds, a new year begins.

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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
This brave and daring brutal soul, he lived and fought by his own rules

Shake the hand that shook the world

Shoe-shine boy to champion, he'd fought and beaten many foes
His calling card was a kick to the groin, and a broken bottle to the bridge of
the nose
He aimed to kill when he took to the ring, this Boston strong boy loved to fight
On more than one occasion, a bout was stopped to save an opponents life

Shake the hand that shook the world

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It's Friday night and the street's filled with freaks, come watch as the useless
flock to the beat
Of the techno noise that enhances their high, a bombs gonna blow and I think you
know why!

[Chorus:] Everybody's running out, bodies hit the ground, you'd better take
cover
It's a pipebomb on lansdowne street

There's no room for dancing on your precious floors, cause you've got to save
space for the jocks and whores
You say that our shows are for violent thugs, but we're not the ones on designer
drugs

[Chorus]

It's not a bunch of little kids we're out to harm and maim, so maim
So make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for flyers, check the phoenix, are there any decent shows, if Keith Bennett
isn't working
Then the bomb is good to go.


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Schizophrenic nightmares sending shivers down my spine
I may be a little twisted, but I swear that my life is fine

[Chorus:] I'm living with a perfect stranger, is there anybody home?
I'm living with a perfect stranger, but I find myself alone

Well I'm still working to make life better, though I've fallen from God's grace
I'm standing still in a shattered mirror, staring at somebody else's face

[Chorus]

Just when things are back on track, I sabotage myself
These are all certain telltale signs of my decaying mental health

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The status of our future in both past and present time,
is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine.
To determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden
of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999

[Chorus]
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.

Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes
and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine.
Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell.
What goes around is gonna come around and you'll know our pain too well.

[Chorus]
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell

[Repeat 1st verse]

[Chorus]
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,
10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time.
And I've seen men give their lives,
and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored
for this company which sold it's soul to hell

Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line,

. . .



I once met a young girl filled with fire,
That saw through my front to this shell of a man
She knew I'd be a handful from the start,
This strong willed woman had an angels heart
The holes in these wings don't allow me to fly
So you'd better brace for a life of pain,
And if fate is the path to this better life
Somehow I feel you'll never see the faces change

[Chorus:]
Through thick and thin,
She stood by you
She held the key to my broken heart

I look back and wonder,
Sit and ponder.
How I could have ever neglected you.
For the blood soaked soil on the old ball field,
I gambled on a hand I wasn't ready to lose
But if the tables were turned and I faced the troubles,
Tough times and struggles I put you through
I'd of been there as you were through horror and hardship
My life and my love are pledged to you.

[Chorus]

Remember the nights she waited and wondered,
fused to a myth that it had taken it's toll.
But this Godless man has mended his way,
Never again will she be alone.

I remember it well,
Still I always knew that she was destined to be my bride
This woman had pride,
She was full of life.
I could see the passion in her eyes.
She thought she found a man,
But she fell for the devil
An evil monster in disguise.
Now I'll honor and obey,
Forever stay.
True to you, my Irish rose


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You've got no one to defend you, you're out on your own
Still fighting on the corner, you can never go home
In this world of temptation, in this city of sin
There's nothing that can save you, but a strength from within

[Chorus:] Because they'll do it again, they've done it before,
The Devils Brigade
Headed down a dead end road with the Devils Brigade
You're being led astray

The crew will not rest until your life's in the piss
Stop and think of you're future, the chances you'll miss
Looking back on a resume of corruption and crime
Cause you wasted your youth, taken down in your prime

[Chorus]

Dying to belong though it's tearing you apart
A bullet to the head and a knife to the heart
Are the tools of the trade in this cold life of crime

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Another Wake,
Another Time,
A Premature Goodbye.
I've watched you go and seen you pass,
I always knew it wouldn't last.
Together now we mourn the loss, and remember all the fun.
We'll Drink the beer and hang out where death took another son.
So all for one and one for all, do we ever wonder why.
Though the reasons clear, this friend so dear was taken before his time.

[Chorus:]
So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man,
with a toast that tells of a love you never shared.
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . .
Raise your glass!
And sing the praise of a fallen soul.

Many bow their heads for this man they know so well,
with solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection.
(Facing death we fear no danger)
While Mothers shed their tears through a vail of desperation
these fiends of a vicious breed raise holy hell.

[Chorus]

How many times can fate be changed,
the dice be rolled is there no path of least resistance,
for the bold (It's never sought and rarely taken)

[Chorus]

[verse2]


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I've seen street corner preachers spending discharge pay
Between periods of getting stiff and happy tipplers singing songs of
discontentment
With each and every passing sip from the bookmaker's clerk on the rowdy racing
circuit
Known as Tom Sharkey's brawling bar to the tenders at the pubs and illegal
sporting clubs
In this town I call my home
You see, I come from a family who more or less traditionally sends its boys off
to serve uncle Sam
"Obey your orders and protect your country" said this father to his disheartened
son
I've traveled over seas, seen forks in the road from Raven to the pubs near
Cunard Pier
But the things weren't the same, as the place where I became,

. . .



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,
whenever there was trouble we took the blame.
But now our scene's alive with a new generation of American kids.

[Chorus:]
We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done, tomorrow may never
come.
The kids on the street will have their say now - Because!

We've had enough of these negative comparisons a new breed of kids.
Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition the strong will survive.
And together our backs can never be broken cause now our scene's alive
with a new generation of American kids.


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Come all you gallant heroes,
And along with me combined
I'll sing a song, it won't take long,
Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
They're a band of men brave, stout and bold,
From Ireland they came
And they have a leader to the fold,
And Cocoran was his name

It was in the month of April,
When the boys they sailed away
And they made a sight so glorious,
As they marched along Broadway
They marched right down Broadway, me boys,
Until they reached the shore
And from there they went to Washington,
And straight unto the war

[Chorus:]
So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

And when the war is said and done,
May heaven spare our lives
For its only then we can return,
To our loved ones and our wives
We'll take them in our arms, me boys,
For a long night and a day
And we'll hope that war will come no more,
To sweet America

[Chorus]

So farewell unto you dear New York,
Will I e'er see you once more
For it fills my heart with sorrow,
To leave your sylvan shore
But the country now it is calling us,
And we must hasten fore
So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys,
And to Ireland's lovely shore

And here's to Murphy and Devine,
Of honour and renown
Who did escort our heroes,
Unto the battle ground
And said unto our colonel,
We must fight hand to hand
Until we plant the stars and stripes,
Way down in Dixieland


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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
Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships
From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard
Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C.

Intelligent,
Respectable,
But made of modest means With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams
Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land

. . .



Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers,
take a guess for which side I was prone
Maniacal pleasures and a taste for misfortune,
the legacy for which I was known

[Chorus:]
Down and out, I scream and I shout.
For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice as you march to the
front like a soldier

So you'd think I'd aspire for greatness, hell-Bent to make a name on my own
Genetically programmed for the Wheel of Misfortune, I'm an heir to an unwanted
throne

[Chorus]

Now they've all got their theories,
opinions and such about this man who is down on his luck
Well the offers are plenty,

. . .



How could you choose a path without knowing where you'd end up
Where you came from was a time and place that you had never been
- Is this the only road
Can you fake your way through conversation or just simply turn away
Set a course for the desert sun is this the only choice
To live without a choice, this is the only choice we'll know
Cut your teeth and now it's time to show the world that what your made of
Was a travesty that many just call luck
- Is this the only road
Now climb aboard the red line train that's headed out of town
Or stick around and just relive your past
You're always running out of wind and you keep saying it's the end

. . .



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
'Twas grace my fears relieved

. . .



Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real
A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain
Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grave

[Chorus:] Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere
Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there
Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face
You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long
The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

[Chorus]

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton
You're no better or no worse than any mothers son
Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall
You recall the cheer, "The Gang's All Here" and shout!


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