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Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
Hang 'em high
We waited together for the cowards to come
Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run
No mercy, no quarter they'll pay for their sins
Now lower the cannons the battle begins
We waited together for the cowards to come
Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run
No mercy, no quarter they'll pay for their sins
Now lower the cannons the battle begins
We weighed anchor in anger, set sail for revenge
Hoisted the canvas turned her into the wind
We'll hang 'em high for justice and the whole world will see
Now off with their heads boys and bring 'em to me
We waited together for the cowards to come
Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run
No mercy, no quarter they'll pay for their sins
Now lower the cannons the battle begins
We'll rattle the sabers for the tyrants' demise
Feed half to the sharks and the rest to the flies
And honorable death for you would be too nice
I'd like to savor the moment and kill you twice
We waited together for the cowards to come
Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run
No mercy, no quarter they'll pay for their sins
Now lower the cannons the battle begins
We waited together for the cowards to come
Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn't run
No mercy, no quarter they'll pay for their sins
Now lower the cannons the battle begins
The battle begins
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I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
Side by side with sister barbara, chief wells and bobby orr
I'd invite the flannigans
Replace the window you smashed out
I'd apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch
I'll see mrs. mcauliffe and so many others soon
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room
So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
He'd tell you to get a permit
Well this time tom I don't think so
It's a neighborhood reunion
But now we'd get along
Van Morrison would be there and he'd sang me one last song
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
Three handsome four string troubadours and Newton's old Fat Mike
I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
But there's a backup in the bathroom 'cause the badger's got the shits
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
Make me up dress me up, feed me a big old shot
Of embalming fluid highballs so i don't start to rot
Now take me to Mcgreevy's, i wanna buy one final round
What cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
Then hurry up and suck 'em down
If there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door
Maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score
You've got the bed already
And nerve and courage too
Cause i've been slugging from a stash of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
Spread all my ashes about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style
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I'm heading for a life in the land of the free
Sending every penny home to the family
Off to find fortunes that can't be bought
Now Paddy's struck down from a single shot
Paddy's struck down from a single shot!
They lured the men away they promised wealth and riches
A thousand miles from home lying steel and digging ditches
The work would be a challenge nary a soul could stand the trial
These wayfaring boys built the railways toughest mile
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile!
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all disappeared
Not a mention of their name no stone was ever turned
It would be so many years before the truth was ever learned
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Now ghosts dance a jig on an unmarked grave
A slug full of lead was the price they were paid
Vigilante justice, prejudice and pride
No one in this valley will be seen again alive
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile
Murdered for their troubles, left to die
Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
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We were born into nothing, hard up so to speak
But love and affection this family afforded me
Worries came early and often it seemed
Fate was not pleasant still I was redeemed
Then compassion soon faded to chaos
As they did their best all the while
When circumstance outweighs intention
Sometimes the mountain's just too hard to climb
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
I was young and I thought I knew everything
It's so hard to change a fool's mind
When you're stubborn by nature and quick to the draw
And you're full of inherited pride
But some lessons come harder than others
And some senses are harder to find
Your troubles won't end when you're saved by the bell
You'll still answer to those you defied
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
The heavens might sing out your praises
But the heavens won't pay for your lies
The sinners might pray for your problems
But the sinners won't look in your eye
They were crazy, they were mine
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
They were cruel, they were ignorant
They were beauty, they were kind
They were patience, they were virtue
They were crazy, they were mine
The heavens might sing out your praises
But the heavens won't pray for your lies
The sinners might pay for your problems
But the sinner won't look in your eye
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You've gotta pick yourself up by the boostraps
No one's gonna help you out when you fall
You've gotta find a way out of your problems
When you're broke and you're backed up against the wall
If you sleep on your only chances
They'll never come around again
So dig deep and swing for the fences
You never know it might work out in the end
Come join the fight
So we can change the way we're living
What's left inside?
If you believe believe you'll never give in
Come join the fight
Turn the way and you'll be sure to lose it
Hold onto those dreams
They're the one thing they can't take away now
I was young and I wouldn't hear it
You had opinions, I had mine too
Just a kid with all the answers
A pompous pride and not one clue
It's getting late now shadow's falling
As the sun sets on my time
There's always something there to remind me
I try to keep up and still fall behind
Come join the fight
So we can change the way we're living
What's left inside?
If you believe believe you'll never give in
Come join the fight
Turn the way and you'll be sure to lose it
Hold onto those dreams
They're the one thing they can't take away now
What's left inside?
If you believe believe you'll never give in
I was young and I wouldn't hear it
You had opinions, I had mine too
Just a kid with all the answers
A pompous pride and not one clue
Come join the fight
So we can change the way we're living
What's left inside?
If you believe believe you'll never give in
Come join the fight
Turn the way and you'll be sure to lose it
Hold onto those dreams
They're the one thing they can't take away now
Come join the fight
Come join the fight
Come join the fight
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You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone
To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home
Some would say insanity or crazy, better still
Cut off your nose to spite your face, for life you've lost all will
Now you've mingled with your demons and depression's your excuse
But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof
You've expelled the for your lobby but they lurk behind the door
It's a noose of your own making and it's rotten to the core
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
You've got the barrel fever, so let's take another pass
You've cast up your accounts again and ruined your best hat
You wanna take your final breath, but know not to commit
You yearn for the great silence, so you climb the chair to bed
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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On that snowy bright December day
She came and took my breath away
It was there I met my love so fair
A beauty oh so true and rare
For who we are and what we'll be
I'll sing your praise eternally
When I was lost you carried on
When I was weak you kept us strong
You walk the line so gracefully
Of friendship, love and loyalty
In troubled times you did your best
Of lesser strength I must confess
For who we are and what we'll be
I'll sing your praise eternally
When I was lost you carried on
When I was weak you kept us strong
As seasons come and seasons pass
The bond we know will always last
We built a life remaining true
I pledge my heart and soul to you
For who we are and what we'll be
I'll sing your praise eternally
The miles we've shared I'd trade but few
They're the ones that kept me away from you
On that snowy bright December day
She came and took my breath away
It was there I met my love so fair
A beauty oh so true and rare
For who we are and what we'll be
I'll sing your praise eternally
When I was lost you carried on
When I was weak you kept us strong
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Where you gonna run to? Where you gonna hide?
Bodies on the floor no one's getting out alive
Death is in the air there's trouble all around
Now you got it coming This time you're going down
Deeds not words you should've told the truth
You're a liar and traitor and now we got the proof
Liar and a traitor
And now we got the proof
Hindsight's twenty twenty it's so easy looking back
You made all the wrong choices Now you gotta live with that
But living's not the problem I got better plans for you
Like a bug I'm gonna crush you and then scrape you off my shoe
You've been thinkin' that you're safe but you're too blind to see
You turned your best friends into mortal enemies
Where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
You're running for the door now
No one's getting out alive
Where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
You're running for the door now
No one's getting out alive
Better watch your back you'll never get away
No talkin' your way out there'll be nothing left to say
I knew you as a child I hate you as a man
You're a two faced rat that nobody can stand
Deeds not words you should've told the truth
You're a liar and traitor and now we got the proof
Liar and a traitor
And now we got the proof
Deeds not words you should've told the truth
You're a liar and traitor and now we got the proof
Where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
You're running for the door now
No one's getting out alive
Where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
You're running for the door now
No one's getting out alive
Where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna hide?
You're running for the door now
No one's getting out alive
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When the boss comes calling - He'll put us down
When the boss comes calling - Gotta stand your ground
When the boss comes calling - Don't believe their lies
When the boss comes calling - He'll take his toll
When the boss comes calling - Don't you sell your soul
When the boss comes calling - We gotta organize
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
Let them know
We gotta smash them to the ground
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
When the boss comes calling - You'll be on your own
When the boss comes calling - Will you stand alone?
When the boss comes calling - Will you let them in?
When the boss comes calling - Will you stand and fight?
When the boss comes calling - We must unite
When the boss comes calling - We can't let them win
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
Let them know
We gotta smash them to the ground
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
We gotta take the bastards down
When the boss comes calling - They'll put us down
When the boss comes calling - Gotta stand your ground
When the boss comes calling - Don't believe their lies
When the boss comes calling - He'll take his take his toll
When the boss comes calling - Don't you sell your soul
When the boss comes calling - We gotta organize
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
Let them know
We gotta smash them to the ground
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
Let them know
We gotta smash them to the ground
Let them know
We gotta take the bastards down
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Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row
In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls
Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day
Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say
He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around
He dreams of the blue atlantic to once again be homeward bound
Homeward bound
Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path
But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves
As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round
You could hear the first cart echo with a loud triumphant sound
But the last cart it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear
It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves
As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round
You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away
No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray
Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves
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Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer
Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here
Heard them on a compilation we traded in the mail
Been waiting such a long time tonight we cannot fall
On the way to a matinee a Sunday hardcore show
They played it loud, they played it fast most folks don't want to know
Dancing hard, skank and slam the action never ends
Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends
We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
If you didn't get the flier then you weren't in the know
GBH, Agnostic Front see you at the show
Time to hit mom's pocket book four bucks you're in the door
Minor Threat, the Bad Brains who could ask for more?
The last band has played the show is done the kids have all gone home
Your ears ring, your body aches you're once again alone
Beaten, bruised and bloodied never made us turn away
Next weekend they'll be more great bands at the Sunday matinee
We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
And the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
We had each other
Things are different today
We've still got each other and the glory never fades away
The glory never fades away
Stagedive, kick, jump and flip pig pile on all your friends
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Peg of my heart I love you
Don't let us part I love you
I always knew it would be you
Peg of my heart
Since I heard your lilting laughter
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart, oh your glances
Make my heart sing how's chances
Come be my own
Come make your home in my heart
Peg of my heart I love you
We'll never never part I love you
I always knew it would be you
Peg of my heart
Since I heard your lilting laughter
It's your Irish heart I'm after
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart I love you
Don't let us part I love you
I always knew it would be you
Peg of my heart
Since I heard your lilting laughter
It's your Irish heart I'm after
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Peg of my heart
Since I heard your lilting laughter
It's your Irish heart I'm after
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart
Peg of my heart
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On the fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And they called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bone
We had five million hogs, six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
when the ladies lined up for a set
he was tootin' with skill For each sparking quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
He rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed on the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McQuirk who was scared stiff of work
And your man from the West Meath called Malone
The was slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of the Irish Rover
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