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Thanksgiving
02:08
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We are the ones that cook your dinner
We could be pissing in your drinks
We are the ones who fix your beamers
We could be fucking up your brakes
We are the ones who build your mansions
We might hardwire the pool
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We want our thanksgiving
(or) you will never be forgiven
We are the ones who guard your houses
We might just ignore that kook
We are the ones that bury your spouses
We might sell them as food
We are the ones who install your big screen
We might be watching you
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We are the ones who make your money
You need us, we don't need you
We are the ones who do your labour
That you can't or will not do
We are the ones, ignore the rancor
Of so-called "working fools"
That have the pride, strength and numbers
Bring to mind, just who needs who.
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2. |
The Reason Why
02:29
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We're not reds or racists
Stuff your political fence
You're the fucking fascist
You won't give us a chance
Walking by your fancy places
Seeing you in your suit
You won't look in our faces
You can't see past our boots
Chorus:
Music, Beer, Brotherhood Bond
A bond you'll never sever
Friendships that last forever (1rst Chorus)
We'll live this life forever (2nd Chorus)
United we stand together (3rd & 4th Chorus)
Life ain't very easy
When you're looked down upon
You always cut us up
Like your big precious lawn
Why do we even bother?
Living like this today
The answer is perfectly clear
There is no other way
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3. |
The Grind
01:39
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Have you ever gone to bed feeling hungry?
Ever lied awake thinking about money?
Ever spent your last buck at the bar?
Ever felt in life you’d never get too far?
Now all your want to do is run away
And deal with your shit another day
Don’t be a bitch it’s time to take a stand
Regain your pride and take the upper hand
It’s time to buckle down and put it to a grind
Don’t matter if you use hands or your mind
Work hard at what you do, attain that dream
You can regain your self-esteem
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4. |
Canadian Skins
01:52
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In our skin we are traditional
In our lives we keep it simple
In our country we show our pride
In our fights we won’t run or hide
Canadian Skins – it’s a way of life
Canadian Skins – walk the street with strife
Canadian Skins – you can’t fuck with us
Canadian Skins – Can’t fuck with us
In our music we like it tough
In our shows we keep it rough
In our work we give our best
In our lives we’ll pass the test
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5. |
Gear Up
02:16
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It’s a work night don’t give a fuck
Going downtown it might get rough
Not looking for a fight just a beer to sup
But your crew’s talking shit I’ve had enough
It looks like one of them nights
It don’t matter we’re done up right
For our brothers – wrong or right
A dozen rookers clenched ready to strike
Gear up! Expect the worse
Gear up! And make it hurt
The boots are tight, the cuffs rolled up
I kinda hope you’d act a cunt
Gotta firm grip on my cup
No hood, no hair, no braces, no crutch
No hood, no hair, no braces, no crutch
Ain’t nothing free for your to clutch
Shaved for battle – decked to ruck
Knock’em down, drag’em out, shed some blood
Gear up! We are few
Gear up! ‘cause they will too
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6. |
To the Vets
05:03
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Johnny was hungry living in a cage
Went down, signed up, lied about his age
Didn’t know where, didn’t know why
Nothing to lose if he lived or died
Jumped on a boat and stormed the sand
Went out screaming with gun in hand
Didn’t know you, didn’t know me
Fought for us, for us to be free
To the Vets, To the Vets we owe our lives
To the Vets, To the Vets show your pride
To the Vets, To the Vets with any rank
To the Vets, To the Vets give ‘em thanks
Johnny is now all cold and alone
Cell like room is what he calls home
Didn’t know you, didn’t know me
Fought for us, for us to be free
You and I can never change the his past
Heroes memories we can make last
Now be a man and shake his hand
Pride in our heroes, pride in our land
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7. |
Workday Mourning
03:19
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Pittance paid to the working man
Building a stranger’s wealth
Ain’t it great, food on the plate
Paid with their lives, paid with their health
900 fall every year
A million broke and maimed
But what number to disease
From a wretched workplace
About every two working hours of every working day
Good calls home his working sons to join the great majority
Remember the workers who don’t return
At the end of the working day
Fight for the living, pray for the dead
Human canaries
So come April 28th
Our hammers we lay down
The flag is low, in silence stand
For our brothers who have fallen
So once every living year
Let every single worker pray
No more blessed workers fall
National Mourning Day
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8. |
IHH
02:09
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Every minute crawls by
Make me ask why
Every day I get tired
Worried I might get fired
Gotta get out of this routine
One day I’m gonna break free
These chains are not for me
I’ll fucking do this you’ll see
Every week I get behind
My stomach’s in a bind
Every year my back gets worse
My next ride could be a hearse
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9. |
Skinhead
01:58
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10. |
Empty Stomach Blues
02:16
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Straight from work to the pub
Empty Stomach Blues
Four fucking beer and I got a buzz
Empty Stomach Blues
Two more drinks feel pretty tough
Empty Stomach Blues
Six bloody fists to my mouth
Empty Stomach Blues
Why am I acting like a fool
I haven’t had all that much booze
I haven’t eaten any food, oh no
I’ve got the empty stomach blues
Politics, Religion I start to rant
Empty Stomach Blues
Disagree with me then you’re a twat
Empty Stomach Blues
John’s too far, shit hits the fan
Empty Stomach Blues
Damn buttons fly’s, I piss my pants
Empty Stomach Blues
Met a girl I was a hit
Empty Stomach Blues
Had to leave puked on her tits
Empty Stomach Blues
Every single house looks the same
Empty Stomach Blues
Woke up in a strange bed, my neighbour’s pissed
Empty Stomach Blues
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11. |
Slogans and Doves
03:47
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Slogans and Doves
The sorry, passive, sniveling meek
Turning the other cheek
You shall not inherit the earth
We’ll take it back, you’ll be the first
You must be strong, you won’t survive
Don’t fall for the pacifist lie
What’ll you do when push comes to shove
You won’t find peace through slogans and doves
Never see my heels, never beg to be free
Rather die in my boots, then live on my knees
What’ll it take to stand up and fight
Open your eyes and see the light
Your signs and chants do not faze them
Never let them make you the victim
When you’re beat, the odds to great
The best defense is anger and hate
‘cause sometimes when they won’t quit pushing
Violence… the only solution
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12. |
Crackers or coffins
02:14
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Work 16 hours I must be nuts
But I ain’t no beggar, I hate their guts
Go down the pub with my mates
10 pints later mouth seals my fate
I gotta fight who? Oh fucking great
That’s what happens when you love to hate
Crackers or coffins, fists and boots
What’ll get me first, work knuckles or booze
Wake up the next morning in daze
Who the fucking hell stepped on my face?
Guess I forgot how to use my keys
Half the front door stuck in my knees
I think this life will drive me insane
Or just send me to an early grave
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13. |
Friday Night
02:41
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At the tavern every Friday night
Having fun we’re feeling all right
Down a few pints it’s time to rehearse
Play some old songs, try a new verse
Friday night byrd’s stay at home
Friday night never alone
Friday night drinking spree
Friday night is the night for me
Drinking, jamming, having a blast
Singing, screaming, playing real fast
Fridge is empty, beer’s running low
Back to the tavern is where we all go
Back at the tavern with the boys
Smoking cigarettes and drinking pints
Down our throat goes the black gold
This here life will never grow old
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