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| 0:32 | ||||
2. |
| 1:48 | ||||
3. |
| 1:51 | ||||
4. |
| 1:59 | ||||
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 Nobody's Home!!!!! |
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5. |
| 2:45 | ||||
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. 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 - 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 will come around and you'll know our pain too well. Chorus: |
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| 2:57 | ||||
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 hardship and horror 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 Chorus: |
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| 1:28 | ||||
8. |
| 3:01 | ||||
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: chorus: |
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9. |
| 2:01 | ||||
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, A man in this town I call my home. |
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| 3:06 | ||||
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. chorus: |
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11. |
| 3:13 | ||||
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 Chorus: |
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| 1:40 | ||||
13. |
| 3:50 | ||||
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, my options are many, still I opt to face my problems alone. |
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| 2:12 | ||||
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 You're always hoping that you'll win, but then you throw in the towel in |
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15. |
| 2:39 | ||||
- Traditionally Arranged: Dropkick Murphys (Casey, Barton, Kelly) -
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 How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed |
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| 7:59 | ||||