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Was singing a song from far away
The sirens rang throughout the day
A shot in the dark that ricocheted
But never a thing was told
We heard a knocking upon the door
The kids they hid beneath the floor Battered it in, a great furore,
And marched us all outside
They lined us up along the wall told us to be quiet,
as the sergeant looked us up and down, stared into his eyes.
As he gave his orders shoot to kill if any of us declined,
We could see what they were thinking
What was running through their minds
We’re the kings of sweet fuck all
And we know what we’re doing is wrong
But if we stand up they’ll treat us just like you
We’re the kings of sweet fuck all
yeah, we know what we’re doing is wrong
If we stand up they’ll shoot us down like you
They searched the house, the wood and the bricks
And all they found were hurley sticks
The man had made his mind up, they were a weapon against the crown
Told him they were used for sport, he didn’t believe in my retort,
Convinced himself that we were traitors, had to take us down
He gave the order “shoot them all, they’re rebels to the core”
And his men were looking back at him with sickening deplore
When they drew their rifles on us
as we prepared for our demise
We knew what they were thinking,
we could see it in their eyes
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Now it’s time to remove the shackles
The sweet yonder years passed me by
Don’t believe what I read in the one-sided news,
propaganda they make you believe
Slam the door on the fake agendas
Only you make your mind up, not them
We can learn from the mistakes of lies in the past,
now they’re haunting us all to give in
Stand up and fight for what you believe in
You’re letting them take it away
When the many are few and the few have the money,
you fight ‘til the end of the day
So goodbye to all your freedom
They’re closing the borders again
We fought all lives for our people
With sword and the gun and the pen
So goodbye to all your freedom
You followed and swallowed the crimes
Stand up for yourself and your families
Now everything’s put on the line
Hope we make it this time
Dry your eyes and draw back the curtains
On the life that you’re programmed to live
Tell me, what do you think now is normal aul pal,
I can see that you’ve no fucks to give
In this time of severe depression,
been staring the train in the eyes
Now I’ll strap on my mask and run down to the shops,
now my bullshit has grown a disguise
We stand up and fight for what we believe in,
we won’t let let them take it away,
When the many are few and the few have the money
We’ll fight ‘til the end of the day
Down all the years, we’ve been stung by the gleam in their eyes
Gone are the times, they’ve been lying to save their behinds
In the end there’ll be war, we can promise you that much you know
They’ll cheer you when you’re on your way up
And jeer you along the way down
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Open The Pubs
02:36
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It’s 3 in the morning, I’m lying in bed
I stare the ceiling, shit thoughts in my head
I’m sick of the Netflix, it fills me with dread
Would rather a beer with my buddies instead
The pubs they are closed and we can’t buy a beer
I’ve been fucked during lockdown, this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
The sound of the postman, highlight of my day
Whistling his song through the echoed hallway
Would rather be drinking a round at the Dub
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
Drinking at home, no it isn’t the same
I’m scratching me balls here just watching a game
But nobody’s cheering when they score a goal
Ah just open the pubs, I’ve a pain in me hole
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Tosspot City
03:22
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Grabbed my bag, ran out the door and headed to the train
The day that I was out of work my life went down the drain
I took it it all for granted, now I’m left without a plan
Living a life of solitude, now I’m a lonely man
Paid my bills and drank my fill, I’ve given it all away
Thinking about another place, I’m going there today
And they wanna hear you say
We are going all the way
Tosspot City is making me stay
We are going all the way
Tosspot City, a hell in decay
I downed a flagon of cider and it cleared me in the head
Legging it up the road to reach the final watershed
Staring at a broken man, I recognised his face
Giving it lots of reasons why it’s good to leave the place
Paid my bills and drank my fill, I’ve given it all away
Thinking about another place, I’m going there today
They just wanna hear you say
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Thank You For Your Lies
04:28
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I settle down it’s two o’clock the shit shows just begun
The tragic loss of human lives, the numbers are no fun
Staring at the photographs upon the bedroom wall
Envious of their ignorance, their worries are so small
I’m killing time and sipping wine and praying for this nightmare to go away
Thank you for your lies
All the bullshit that you speak
Your empathetic smile, it hides the secrets that you keep
Thank you for your lies, you know they’ll follow you like sheep
Don’t you know, I’d go anywhere for you
Yes it’s true I’d do anything for you
But now I’m lying too
The ramblings of a man who has been wrong so many times
Should we believe you now, and if we should then tell me why
The anguish on the faces of those people drowned in grief
They look at you for answers and a feeling of relief
Another day, another week, another year has passed and I can’t take it anymore
I see the face of worry on the streets
This City’s all closed down
Never taking things for granted anymore
But look at you, you’re still wealthy like before
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The Coming Regime
04:01
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It’s just the start of another day
The beginning of another way
A way to control you
The start of a tragedy
Just another silly tragedy
It’s coming to get you
The grim white face of a bullet survivor
Like a glam rock singer from the Seventies
The radio’s screaming in a far-off asylum
And he’s turning up the sound just a little bit
This is the start of the coming regime
The start of the coming regime
Coming over you
This is the start of the coming regime
The start of the coming regime
Coming over you
Got the swagger of a middleman
He’s delivering their little plan
They’ve got their claws in you
Another time in another future
You had it coming but it doesn’t suit you
Doesn’t suit you no
No, it’ll never be your thing
And then an all-night session in another bodega
Drinking like man with a lot on his mind
There’s a woman on the news and she’s crying her heart out
As they’re screwing with her head just a little bit
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Sober Up To Drink
02:55
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Taking a walk through the City tonight
Where the shadows they call out your name
I walk by the lakes down by sewer canal
To the places that drowned in their shame
Tell me what in the world are you doing still here,
and what is the thing by your side
There’s a time and a place to reclaim all you had
and I don’t think it happens tonight
And I sober up to drink
And I change my mind to think
Well there’s no other plan for a man in my shoes left to do
Then I drink to sober up
But I can never give it up
No, there’s no other plan for a man in my shoes left to do
Singing a song to big crowded room
And I don’t think I know all the words
I fall off the stage and I piss my own jocks
Yeah, I’ve fallen from grace now it hurts
Tell me what in the world are you doing still here
And who is the lad by your side
There’s a time and a place to reclaim all we had
and I don’t think it happens tonight
Well I’ve been on the road now for manys a day
I don’t seem to get anywhere
The longer the journey the shorter the fuse
Now my brain is exploding in fear
Tell me what in the world are you doing still here
And where the hell you been
There’s a time and a place to reclaim all we had
And I hope that it’s tonight
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Kick Out The Scum
03:35
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Up in his palace, the man on the hill
Sitting on his perch and he laughs at good will
Tossing out his crumbs to the mad crowds below
Doesn’t even even matter now
He’s reaping up the lot of what we sow
Insane coalitions that lead to demise
Power grabbing junkies, no logic applies
to what they set out with the will to achieve
We didn’t vote you in and we want you to leave
Screaming aloud from the shadows below
The voices they ring out in spite
There’s no time and no place for this thing to go down
Hear the people they’re calling to end this tonight
Kick out the scum
Take back the reigns and erase all that’s done
Kick out the scum
We start to unravel the lies that they spun
They never believed when we told them that our day would come
No they never believed it at all
Now we kick out scum.
Besieged by the many, we followed it through
Now’s the time to remember the joy we once knew
We won’t stop at nothing to take back our claim
Ah look at them now, all their heads hang in shame
Screaming aloud from the shadows below
The voices they ring out in spite
There’s no time and no place for this thing to go down
Hear the people they’re calling to end this tonight
Give back to the ones who supported you first,
They had our backs through the best and the worst
This thing isn’t over ‘til we stand and fight
Believe we can do it cause we’re in the right
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The Stinking Mattress
02:03
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He lived a life of plenty ‘til they fired him from his job
Ah they didn’t give him reason when they smacked him in the gob
He’ll now begin his drinking in morning everyday
Shoving it down his throat to beat the band, he’s swigging away
He’s skimming along the days and pissing about in disarray
And he’ll spend his nights on a stinking mattress
Hanging around the corner by the supermarket door
He’s begging away for money
And he’s dropping it on the floor
Saving away the pennies for another bottle of beer
Snivelling on about the way lost a good career
Giving it loads and loads about the life he’s living in fear
Now he spends his nights on a stinking mattress here
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Give Up The Drugs
03:28
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Fighting the wrath of a wayward young man
Too stubborn to reach out for help from his clan
So once full of hope now a face of despair
He’s running away from the people who care
You followed the wrong road that led you to where you are now
But you pick up the pieces and hold your head high
Go back to your family and leave this behind
Give up the drugs
Give up the drugs for me now
I know that you’re in there and I’ll help you find your way out
Give up the drugs, give up the drugs for me now
Yes, I know that you’re in there, I’ll help help you break through
the chains of the evil, the venom it spews
We can beat it I swear
Stay away from the people who deal and supply
They don’t give rat’s arse if you live or die
If you owe them money they’ll hunt you for life
You’ll be running from them ‘til you’re gunned down or knifed
You followed the wrong road that led to the place you are now
But you pick up the pieces and hold your head high
Go back to your loved ones and leave this behind
There’s a will and a way to escape all this now,
There’s a place we can go to, and talk this out loud, if you like
Take a minute and pack up the things you wanted to bring
You followed the wrong road that led you to where you are now
But you pick up the pieces and hold your head high,
Go back to your family and leave this behind
It’s never too late, there’s a new road to find
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The Story's Been Told
04:19
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Born in the Rotunda, weighed ten pound one
Had a head like football, my ten months were done
I’d a clean slate to start with, a life to compose
The adventure was waiting to come
The 80’s in Dublin were a miserable place
There wasn’t much money, or jobs you could chase
Two buses to nanny’s each Sunday we’d take
Became the highlight of our week
Now the story’s been told through the smiles and the tears
From the moment we’re born, ‘til the end of our years
We’re working our whole lives until we get old
But I’ll see you again when the story’s been told
Moved house many times, went to different schools
Made lots of friends, some nice and some fools
No we didn’t have iPhones, we played in the fields
Was the only thing that we could do
When you’re sheltered your whole life from death and from pain
The first one you lose is so hard to contain
All the fire that’s inside you begins to enflame
It was always just the way it’s meant to be
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