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Built to Last
03:21
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Murder On My Mind
02:23
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Living each day like tomorrow’s guaranteed
Not worried about the knife or how much you’ll fuckin’ bleed
‘til it’s twisting in your back and you can’t fucking breathe
Try running your mouth while you’re choking on your teeth
Chorus:
Murder, murder on my mind
I think about it all the time
There’s nothing else I’d rather do
Than stick my fucking knife in you
Living each moment like the next is gonna come
‘til the moment comes down and you’re choking on a gun
The trigger’s squeezed and the hammer will fucking fall
And your grey matter’s sprayed all over my walls
Living each second like there’ll never be a last
‘til the wire’s around your throat and life goes zipping past
Fighting for a breath that’s never gonna come
Over and out, you’re fucking done!
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3. |
Beer Run
01:50
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Here comes the weekend, it’s party time again
Fire up the barbecue and call up all your friends
Cranking up the stereo, ribs are on the grill
We’ll be having a good time until the kegs get killed
Chorus:
Beer’s gone – Fuck No!
Beer run – LET’S GO!
Everybody’s chipping in, we pile in the van
We don’t care if our booze is in bottles or in cans
Speeding down the highway, pedal to the floor
We know our destination – TO THE LIQUOR STORE!
Pull into the parking lot, but FUCK, the store is closed
Thinking what we gonna do when a brick takes out the windows
Grabbing bottles, grabbing beers, while the alarm is ringing loud
Get back into the van real quick and we’re peeling out!
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4. |
Something Special
02:50
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I was a hooligan, an outcast and a thug
All I knew was violence, never knew nothing 'bout love
Always in trouble, picking fights and raising hell
Then I saw her face, and I fell, I fell, I fell
Chorus:
All I ever wanted was something special
All I ever wanted was someone to love
She was a beauty, an angel and a queen
I was loud, obnoxious, nasty and obscene
But I made her laugh and I made her smile, she said I was a fool
Somehow I won her heart by breaking all the rules
She was my heaven, my Shangri La, my paradise
Though I saw forever when I looked into those eyes
But the road was my mistress, she whispered in my ear
When I answered her call, my true love disappeared
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5. |
Working Class Slob
02:56
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A gentleman and a scholar, you know that he was neither
Working class, blue collar, a drunk in a wife beater
Lives every day like it doesn’t matter
He’ll work and he’ll drink until his ashes scatter
Chorus:
He’s a working class, he’s a working class
He’s a working class slob like me
He’s a working class, he’s a working class
He’s a working class slob like you
Hands like granite, heart covered in ice
His dreams all denied him, don’t deny him his vice
Give him his booze, let sleeping dogs lie
For him, no redemption, no pie in the sky
Hero to no one, yet burden to none
He’s got his pride, yeah, he doesn’t run
Never backs down even knowing that he’ll lose
Just nurses his scars with another pint of booze
He’s a working class slob – LIKE US!
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Well you like the reggae and you love to dance the ska
you like your tonic suits and your polished up Vespa
You like a pint of lager down the pub with all your mates
but when it comes to violence, you always hesitate
Scared you’ll get a black eye or a busted lip
scared you’ll stain your Harrington, your Sherman will get ripped
Scared to scuff them boots after the polishin’ ya done
so you turn upon your heels and you start to run
Chorus:
This ain’t for you – in it for the fashion
This ain’t for you – scared of a little action
This ain’t for you – rather run than fight
This ain’t for you – THAT’S RIGHT!
Well you like Oi! music and you like to go to shows
you like to dress the part and assume a tough guy pose
When they sing of violence, you always sing along
but if it ever kicks off, you think it’s fucking wrong
Scared of the violence when it starts to get real
rather talk about peace and the way that you feel
Number one crop, acting like a hippie
when real skinheads fuck you up, they don’t feel pity
Travis HCS:
You like to play the part in how you talk and how you dress
But when it’s time to live your life, you’re nothing but a mess
You treat a way of life like a fucking college class
And that’s why all the droogies want to beat your poser ass
You don’t have a scratch or bruise, it’s just a game you play
‘Cause when we fight you seem to choose to run the other way
We knew you never had it in you from the very start
Your laces and your braces should be yellow like your heart
You’ve mastered all the scene clichés and making empty threats
And unleashing the aggro when you’re on the internet
To be a skin takes more than just a fucking Google search
And cutting off your hair and buying up a bunch of merch
You’re good at chatting up the chicks and drinking at the bar
Your British terminologies are really up to par
We all gotta wonder how you made it this far
A hipster with a haircut is what you really are
Hanging out with real skins must be a lot of fun
But every time it’s going down, you turn your tail and run
When it’s time for violence, you’re shaking in your socks
You better trade your boots in for a pair of Birkenstocks
You just want the title, you don’t want to pay the dues
You want to wear the clothes and fuck the girls and drink the booze
Is this what you envisioned when you think of skins
A social click of silly kids and fashion mannequins!
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7. |
We Never Run
02:52
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There’s violence on the streets again, there’s bloodshed all around
Skinheads taking to the streets to overrun this town
Media calls us criminals, labels us all hooligans
We don’t really give a fuck, ain’t here to make no friends
Chorus:
Feel the tension in the air, blood and violence follow suit
When we finally catch up with you, we’re all putting in the boot
Cos we never, we never run, we never, we never run – SKINHEAD
Years have passed in silence, you that we were gone
Thought the streets were safe for you, but it looks like you were wrong
There’s a storm now brewing, the horizon’s growing dark
Future’s looking bleak for you, we’re gonna leave our mark
Think that you can take us, well you better think again
We’re vicious and we’re brutal, the wounds we give you will not mend
So you can run and you can hide, or you can stand or you can fight
No matter how you roll the dice, you’re gonna lose tonight
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8. |
Violence is the Answer
03:00
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If violence solves nothing, then where’d we be today
If our forefathers hadn’t fought and sent them back across the waves
Ideals don’t mean a fucking thing if you won’t stand and fight for them
Say that you’re a pacifist, no, you’re just part of the problem
Chorus:
When it’s ten on one and there’s nowhere to run – VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER
When they come gunnin’, there’s no point in runnin’ – VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER
When they bring war upon our shores – VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER
And when they fly two planes into the World Trades – VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER
Trying to deny it, you should know your history
It’s the blood of patriots that keeps our country free
It’s their lives, their honor and pride, they put it on the line
While you’re safe in suburbia and go about your life
Preaching turn the other cheek ‘til someone slaps you in the face
Wishing that you had a gun when they break into your place
Rape your wife and kill your kids – “Not in my neighborhood”
Keep living that fucking fantasy and one day they’ll get you good
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9. |
Ain't No Good
02:41
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Well I'm the last one drinking when they're closing down the bar
Downing shots of whiskey and smoking cheap cigars
Drinking with all my brothers, yeah, they're skins and hooligans
But that's alright, baby, you ain't going home with them
Chorus:
Your friends keep telling you I'm a bad boy
And yeah, I know it's true
But baby that don't mean
I ain't no good for you
Some say I'm an asshole with a mean and violent streak
So I punch'em in the mouth whenever they start to speak
Don't need no fuck lip off the likes of them
So baby won't ya tell me, Oi, where ya from again?
Nice boys don't play rock'n'roll and we play harder than the rest
Drinking booze and winning fights, smashing bottles and breaking necks
When the dust has settled, we're still drinking and having fun
So baby come on home with me, you know that I'm the one
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10. |
Walk Tall
02:34
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Hard times will come, good times will go
Your friends will depart, you’ll stand alone
Face to face with your demons, just you and yourself
No one to turn to, ain’t no one else
So what do you do, lay down and die
Stay in the darkness, hang your head and cry
Or do you stand proud, walk on your own
Stare down the world though you’re all alone
Chorus:
Walk Tall, Stand Proud – Always hold your ground
Walk Tall, Stand Proud – Never backing down!
Betrayal’s a bitch when you’re stabbed in the back
Kicked while you’re down, beaten blue and black
Could be a coward, it’s so easy to do
Put one in your head, be done and through
But look in the mirror, find the strength to move on
It doesn’t matter that your friends are all gone
‘cause you’ve got yourself, that’s all you need
So grab hold of your balls and get back to your feet
In the moment of darkness, in the shadow of doubt
Back’s to the wall, looking for an out
No one to guide you, you’re fixing to break
On your last nerve, how much can you take
It’s easy just to give up, lose yourself there in the dark
To forget the good you done, to miss the fucking mark
To let the fire die out, to fade into the night
But now it’s time to rise up – STEP INTO THE LIGHT!
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11. |
Good Times
02:18
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Been through the darkest hours when the sun refused to shine
Buried off our brothers when light faded from their eyes
Battled through the hardships, choked back all the tears
Still we stood side by side, held the line throughout the years
Chorus:
So may the good times never end
For you and me, my friend
May the beer ever flow
Wherever we may go
Tested our allegiance, they’ve tried to crush our will
But still we remain standing, the kings upon the hill
Our wills are strong as iron, forged in battle and in flames
Should we fall in combat, history will know our names
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This song goes out to all my friends who came and ran
When they woke up in the morning next to a lady who looked more like a man
I wake up in the morning, something pounding in my head
See the beast lying next to me, looking like the Walking Dead
Don’t know why I do it, but it happens every night
All these broads start looking good right ‘bout closing time
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – I might need 15 more
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – Is that a herpes sore?
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – But it’s time to go
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – I hope my friends don’t know
I’ve been here for hours downing whiskey, rum and beer
The more I drink, the prettier they get, but I ain’t seeing clear
I know I shouldn’t do it, but I’m gonna grab her ass
‘cause every hole is a goal when you’re staring through a glass
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – but I don’t fucking care
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – what’s that smell from under there?
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – saggy tits and droopy ass
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – But I ain’t gonna pass
It’s two o’clock, it’s time to leave, they’re shutting down the bar
I follow her out, hand in paw, and climb into her car
I know I shouldn’t be here, but booze makes it all right
In the morning when I wake, I’ll just gouge out my eyes!
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – I’m gonna need some shots
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – Caressing your liver spots
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – Lip is so damn hairy
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – More manly than Altieri
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – Horrid sprayed on tan
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – I hope you’re not a man
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – What horrors are in store?
15 Pints and you’re still ugly – but I’ve fucked worse before
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Took my car out for a drive, ended up at some trashy dive
Sat at the bar for a while, got piss drunk with a permanent smile
Woke up the next day, what did I see? Some horrid broad lying next to me
Guess I drank too much booze, she made the plague seem like good news
Chorus:
This ain’t no love affair – it’s just a big mistake
I don’t know how it happened – sure was no piece of cake
I didn’t know what to do, I felt like such a fool
Snuck out through the back door, didn’t want to be seen with this whore
Now she calls me every day, I really don’t know what to say
She follows me wherever I go, maybe it’s time, it’s time to blow
Think I’ll move to another town, with no one I know for miles around
Change my name at the quickest pace, maybe even get a brand new face
Pack my bags up right away, I really don’t want to stay
But this just ain’t no fun – DAMN, THERE SHE IS, I GOTTA RUN
Travis HCS:
Here you are again, son, your heart full of dread
With Beelzebub’s booty sunk into your bed
Ya thought it all looked so damn tight
But you were blinded by the Natty Light
Every time never again is your vow
Now look what’s snoring across from you now
Loneliness, hops, barley and yeast, you put them together
And sell your soul to THE BEAST
My height, my weight, my size – FUCK THAT!
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Broken Heroes New Jersey
Scotty - Vocals
Tim- Guitar
Pete- Guitar
Andy - Bass
Steve- Drums
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