The Singles Collection lyrics

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!

[Originally by F.U.]

Five years ago you were safe with your TV
Never even though what your future might be
Now youâre just a packrat picking through the rubble
Scared of your own shadow trying to hide from the trouble
Where is that comfort to which you were devoted?
Werenât you surprised when your world exploded?
Your hiding days are over now that weâve found you

[Originally by Gang Green]

Got the time when the sun goes up
We'll drink until we drop
My love for hundred brews
That soothes, the foot's been dropped
Not enough for the men on the walk
I drive and drink till I drop

No doubt about it
Can't live without it
No doubt about it
I can't live without it, alcohol
Alcohol

Why it's my destiny?
You get the beer
We get the time

[Originally by The Nips]

Well I remember the times you put me down on the floor
Spreading it around like a cheap little whore
But now you've finished with your fancy man
A skinny little runt from Birmingham

I want vengeance and I want it now
I want vengeance, gonna get it somehow
I'm gonna hit him, I'm gonna kill him
I'm gonna really make him pay for what he's done

Ready, Aim, Fire

You work all fucking week,

go out on Friday night

You're looking for some action
and you settle for a fight

Okay, steady, get ready

everybody pull in the loot

We got the equalizer

it's a 21 guitar salute

It's a 21 guitar salute, it's a 21 guitar salute

It's a...

We saw him sitting there,

a-drinking my beer

And I went in for the war

i think it time we talk this over
i think you've taking it to far
i never wanted to be different
i didn't have to be nobody's star
try to take control of it cause what you see is what you get.
try to take control of it on me.

you say theres talk of revolution
you say theres fighting in the air.
you think that i got disillusion
but do you really think that's fair.

[Originally by The Misfits]

bonfires burning bright pumkin faces in the night
i remember halloween dead cats hang from poles
little dead are out in droves i remember halloween
brown leafed vertigo where skeletal life is known
i remember halloween this day anything goes
burned bodies hang from poles i remember halloween

halloween

This is a DKM cover of the cock sparrer song

Everybody's talking about
revolution, Everybody's talking
about smash the state. Sounds
to me like the final solution.
Left wing, right wing,
full of hate.
chorus: We don't wanna fight,
because you tell us to. So
watch your back when you
attack ', Coz we might just turn
on you.
Things get worse with every