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.
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.
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.
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.
Well its always been about big. Money for them, they're greedy and they. Reek soaring profits, big gains,. The cash accumulation gains is all these. Cowards seek.
Well its always been about big. Money for them, they're greedy and they. Reek soaring profits, big gains,. The cash accumulation gains is all these. Cowards seek.
Rally together gather around, the scent of a battle is near.. The cannon sounds, a new year begins.. Fear nothing now the gangs all here.
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?.
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!.
Styles and opinions change faster than the world. For plastic punks seeking teenage pleasure. You don't know what it is to earn your pay. What do you know about the scene today.
Well we started shooting hoops,. Now we're sipping Black and Tans. From the park to the pub. Was the course we ran.. The times have changed, but friends remain.
I've seen street corner preachers spending' discharge pay. Between periods of gettin' stiff. And happy tipplers singing' songs of discontent. With each and every passion' sip.
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,.
Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street. A gentle Irishman mighty odd. He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet. To rise in the world he carried a hod.
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,.
Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know. Riot tonight everybody let's go!. Gonna start a fight but with who? I don't fucking know.
Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast. For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased. With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death. It's American soil I hope for at best.
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.
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..
Now there comes a time. In every man's life,. Where decisions have to be made. Whether to toil, to labor,. Or just plain piss. Your days away, away, away!.