DROPKICK MURPHYS - Do or die (1998)

Cadence To Arms
Do Or Die
Get Up
Never Alone
Caught In A Jar
Memories Remain
Road Of The Righteous
Far Away Coast
Fightstarter Karaoke
Barroom Hero
3rd Man In
Tenant Enemy #1
Finnegan's Wake
Noble
Boys On The Docks (Murphys' Pub Version)
Skinhead On The MBTA

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Cadence To Arms
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Do Or Die
The once steel tough fabric of the union man
Was sold and bartered away
Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years,
Caught a drift in the nintetie’s days
So inside this song is our rally cry

Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise"
Our time has come we are under the gun "It’s Do or Die"

Its not a rebel cry or some socialist
scheme to push for human rights
just the facts and obvious mentioned on the
behalf of the working man, for his family and his livelihood

The once steel tough fabric of the union man
Was sold and bartered away
Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years,
Caught a drift in the nintetie’s days

Get Up
I went North to see the Stiff Little Fingers play
the kids in the Belfast were tearing it up
Jake is the punkest dude I do declare
He got a leather jacket, and the spikey hair

"We All Fall Down" So Get Up Now
"We All Fall Down" So Get Up Now

Since ’77 they’ve made music for Me and You
playing punk rock songs while the bombs they blew
now I suspect these songs are about pain and strife
but I’ll tell you this didn’t waste their life

"Why Don’t You Get Up and Get Out"

Never Alone
You say its because were boisterous
You hate us cause we got our dignity
There’s a difference between the two of us
It’s the sense of morality and what corrupts
We stand together so proud and strong
This is the place where we belong
We got loyal friends we keep our heads held high
We’ll stick together you and I
Don’t need no guns or drugs on our streets
Just a place to go and the boots on our feet.
Young skinhead they call you a hooligan
Just because you don’t make any sense to them
Your a hard workin’ man whose paid his dues
But they still call you racist on the evening news
And blood that runs right down your wrist
Doesn’t come from a knife but the cuts on your wrist
Your torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans
Are the colors you wear and the life that you’ve seen
You tell the truth look people in the eye
Don’t live your life in no baggy disguise

Never Alone - The city streets are where we roam
Never Alone - This is Boston its our home
Never Alone - The city streets are where we roam
Never Alone - This is Boston its ours

Don’t need no gang to watch my ass
Just loyal friendship and a pint of bass
In the midst of this chaos and insanity
I’m the member of working class society
We’ll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets
But or will and spirit can not be beat
You can shoot and you can kick but
Together we’ll stick
Thru thick and thin not stick nor stone
Can break the bond that has here grown
Arm and arm we fight as one

Caught In A Jar
Now there comes a day, in every man’s life
When decisions have to be made: Whether to toil,
Labor or just plain piss your days away,
Away, away!

Got a funny feeling that my times are
Caught in a jar… Madness and Insanity
Have arrived… Know to Christ and everyone
Else my times are caught in a jar
Satan’s Grin is bearing down on me

Up in the morn, here comes the day, God knows
I hate it this way when I’m in a casket
Life, fighting the wife, neglecting the kids, spending
Time on ridiculous bids, the four walls
Are closing in

Still got a funny feeling that my times
Are caught in a jar, madness and insanity
Have arrived

Memories Remain
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
My heart and soul’s with you
Cause one things for sure I always swore
I’d never turn my back on you

Times were tough but the memories remain
Situations rough but we overcame
Side by side one for all together we grew
Cause when its said and done I’ll look back
On friends like you!

When I was down and I was out and no liked my games
One too many fights and bloody nights for which I was to blame
But You wouldn’t turn your backs and you didn’t walk away
Cause We’d never run we stand as one until this very day

Never turned our back stuck together thru and thru
The times have changed but my heart and soul’s with you
Wouldn’t tun you backs and you didn’t walk away
We’d never run we stand as one until this very day

Road Of The Righteous
Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his
life, just a common worker,
supporting his kids and his wife, he
put a plug in his jug things looked
up for sure but the whole damn
thing of it was there is no blasted cure

I’ve seen a few men go
"The Road of The Righteous"
and a few have traveled
"This Old Lonely Path"
I’ve seen a few men go
"The Road of The Righteous"
by God I’m sure we’ll see some more
"Go Their Blessed Way"

Hey it’s gonna, take some foot work to
get you on your way, they’ll
be pit-falls and some cat-calls but
hard you must persist, cause life
is so precious and we have
only got one shot, so if you
move along and you stay God
strong all the treasures will be got

Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his
life, just a common worker,
supporting his kids and his wife, he
put a plug in his jug things looked
up for sure but the whole damn
thing of it was there is no blasted cure

Far Away Coast
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
but the duty I serve can’t begin to compare
to my ancestors battles and wars through the years
though the loneliness strikes like and enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell

Sail away to a place that’s so unknown
taken away from my friends and my home
to a place they call sacred
a place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it’s all that I have
work on and on with nothing to show
but a graying face in this dying place
that’s a lock on my solitude
I think of a place on a faraway coast
where friends are dear and there’s reason to toast
a cloudy dark images of a Middle East land
comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts

Fightstarter Karaoke
Riot tonight everybody lets go
gonna start a fight but with who I don’t fuckin know!
It doesn’t take a big man to knock somebody down
just a little courage to lift him off the ground!
This world is not what it seems
These beer balls are ruining my dreams!
Stabbed in the back one too many times to count
master of the sucker punch burned his bridges from the past
beaten and attacked but no one seems to give a shit
cause he had it coming you made your bed now sleep in it!

Barroom Hero
Face-down in the gutter, won't admit defeat
Though his clothes are soiled and black
He's a big strong man with a child's mind
Don't you take his booze away

He's been at it for years
Drinkin' balls and beer
He's a hero to most he meets
But inside he cries
Black, swollen eyes
This man he sheds no tears

Now his wife and kids sing a different tune
As they worry about their daddy dying
But this arrogant fool breaks every rule
It'll be nothing but pride that kills him

Could he listen - no he won't
That's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong
might keep this fool dying

He's a legend in the bar with every scar
Fights a thousand bigger men
But now he fights and looses
Got all the bruises
Will someone please step in

This irish fool's got a great big heart
He keeps climbing back in to the ring
In the low down circles
Where he holds his court
This man he was once king

Could he listen - no he won't
That's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers
Of a million strong might keep this fool from dying

3rd Man In
My friends, my town, camaraderie
We’ll never finish last
We stood as one where are they now
We grew up fast
Too young to know or really give a shit
the past has left us worse for wear
Be strong and stand
Stand up like a man
Your concept of Friendship isn’t right
Third man in is how you show you care
Nothing else matters but the fight!
Some will survive
I hope I’m one of them
Things aren’t what they used to be
It makes me sick
Our bond has broke and we aren’t what we were
It’s time to face life on my own

Tenant Enemy #1
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 the these cowards seek
And they always find a way to kick out the needy

Tenant Enemy Number One
Tenant Enemy Number One

Through excuses and blatant lies
Is how they operate
And by continuing a parade of
Deception the game just continues,
How in the name of decency do They Sleep?

Just you better look out and
Watch your backs…

Finnegan's Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle
Irishman - Mighty Odd - He’d a beautiful brogue,
So rich and sweet, to rise in the world
He carried a hod, you see He’d sort of a
Tippling way: With a love for a liquor
Poor Tim was born, to help him on with
His work each day, He’d a drop of the
Craythur every morn’
One morning Tim was rather full, he head felt
Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the
Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried
Him home his corpse to wake, rolled
Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid
Him out upon the bed, a bottle of Whisky
At his feet, and a gallon of Porter at
His head

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your
Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told Ye
Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake

His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, Tobacco and Whisky Punch
Biddy O Brian began to cry, such a
Nice clean corpse did you see?
Tim Avourneen, why did you die
Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee

Then Peggy O Connor took up the job
"Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye’re wrong I’m
Sure, Biddy then gave her a belt on
The gob and left her sprawling on the
Floor, there the war did soon engage
Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an
A Row and a Ruction soon began

Micky Maloney raised his head when a bottle
of Whisky flew at him, it missed him falling on
the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, Tim
revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whisky around like blazes
Tonamondeal, do you think I’m dead

Noble
You grew up honest and straight, Always One of the guys
The laughs, the brews, good friends forever "Drinking Camaraderie"
But then one night you were taken from Us, gone forever lost
Stolen away in an Ashmont Second and I’ll never forget, the Cost

He was a kid from the neighborhood
Cut down in a brutal fight on
A cold and lonely Ashmont Night

Coming up in a Turbulent Neighborhood, he Always stood upright
When things would turn for the wrongful Doing, Rob went to the right
But he was never given a chance to traverse Down life’s path
Now with all these things put into Perspective, Noble this one’s for you

Never forget the great person you were,
The pain and loss still burn
So much you had, but never realized
It never came your turn

Noble...

Boys On The Docks (Murphys' Pub Version)
Say hey Johnny Boy the battle call
united we stand divided we fall
together we are what we can’t be alone
we came to this country you made it our home

This man so humble This man so brave,
A legend to many, he fought to his grave
saved family and friends
from the hardship and horror in a land of depression
he gave hope for tomorrow say Johnny me boy this one’s for you
the strength of many and the courage of a few
to what do we owe this man who’s fight was for the masses
he gave his life

Friend to the locals who dabbled in crime
he’d give you a job and he’d give you his time
he wasn’t a crook but he couldn’t be conned
John new the difference between right and wrong
Say Johnny Boy you live no long others forgotten
your memories stronger lets drink to the causes
in your life your family, your friends, the union your wife.

And the boys on the docks needed John for sure
when they came to this country he opened the door
he said men I’ll tell ya they don’t like our kind
though it starts with your fist it must end with your mind!

Skinhead On The MBTA
Now let me tell you a story bout a big ole’ skinhead
on a tragic and fateful day
he put 10 cent in his pocket his wife and family
and went to ride on the M.B.T.A.

Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate
is still unknown [oy, oy, oy] he may ride forever neath the
streets of Boston he’s the skinhead who never returned

Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes
for Jamaica Plain, the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel,
skinhead punches him in the brain.

Now all night long skinhead drives through the station wondering who can I go and see
can’t afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury

Skinhead’s wife goes to the Scully Square Station
everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window
she hands skinhead a grenade as the train come rumbling through

Now you citizens of Boston don’t you think its a scandal
how skinhead stole that train
What’s the big deal, he’ll work for beer
Let the skinhead drive the train

He’s the skinhead who never returns...

3rd Man In
My friends, my town, camaraderie
We’ll never finish last
We stood as one where are they now
We grew up fast
Too young to know or really give a shit
the past has left us worse for wear
Be strong and stand
Stand up like a man
Your concept of Friendship isn’t right
Third man in is how you show you care
Nothing else matters but the fight!
Some will survive
I hope I’m one of them
Things aren’t what they used to be
It makes me sick
Our bond has broke and we aren’t what we were
It’s time to face life on my own