Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked 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 he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq.

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 Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born, to help him on with His work each day, He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'.

(Song was dedicated to the memory of John Kelly)

Chorus

Say hey Johnny Boy the battle call

united we stand, united we fall

together we are what we can't be alone

we canme 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 his family and friends

from the hardship and horror in a land of depression

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 drinking balls and beers, he's a hero to most he meets.
But inside he cries black swollen eyes,
This man he sheds no tears!

- Lyrics: McColgan, Music: Dropkick Murphy's -

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 And they always find a way to kick out the needy

chorus: Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One

- Trad' - J. Steiner, B. Hawes - Murphys' Version - Casey, Barton -

Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day
He put 10 cents in his pocket kissed his wife and family And went to ride on
the M.B.T.A

chorus: Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown
he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never

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

chorus: 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

- Lyrics: McColgan - Music: Dropkick Murphy's -

Dedicated to the memory of Rob 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

- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton -

You say its becasue we're boisterous You hate us cause we got our dignity We stand together proud and strong This is a 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

- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton, Kelly -

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 heard and soul's with you Cause one things for sure I always swore I'd never turn my back to you

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -

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

chorus: We All Fall Down So Get Up Now We All Fall Down So Get Up Now

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street.
A gentleman, Irishman, mighty odd
He'd seen a brogue so soft and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Tim had a sort of a tipplin way.
With a love of the liquor now he was born
Helped a man with his work each day.
He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn'

Whack fol-de-dah
Now dance to your partner,
Welt the floor,
Your trotters shake

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -

Riot tonight everybody let's go gonna start a fight but with who I don't know (2x)

chorus: Doesn't take a big man to knock somebody out just a little courage to lift him off the ground

This world is not what it seems these beer balls are ruining my dreams.

Riot tonight everybody lets go gonna start a fight but with who I don't know (2x)

chours: (2X)

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: McColgan -

The once steel tough fabric of a Union man Was sold and Bartered away Fed to money wolves in the Reagen years, Caught in a drift in greedy nintetie's days So inside this song is our rally cry

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

- Lyrics: McColgan, Barton -

Now there comes a day, in every man's life Where decisions have to be made: Whether to toil, Labor or just plain piss your days away, Away, Away!

chorus: 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

Cadence to Arms is, except for some varied shouting and war-calling, and instrumental...

- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton -

Dedicated to the memory of John Kelly�

Chorus: 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

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey -

My friends, my town - camaraderie We'll never finish last We stood as one where are they now We grew up fast To young to know or really give a shit the past has left us worse for ware

Be strong and stand Stand up like a man Your concept of Friendship isn't right Third man in is how you show your care Nothing else matters but the fight!