the scene often changes, the kids come and go but history's for sure and this much i know. the root of tough music for america's youth was old school hardcore, you know it's the truth!

- Music / Lyrics: Clash, Paul Simonon -

When they kick at your front door, How you gonna come? With your hands on your head, Or on the trigger of your gun. When the law break in, How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row.

Chorus: You can crush us, You can bruise us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

- 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

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -

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"

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!