get right oot on the streets with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny getting up & oot
up over the hills lads, there's nothing to fear there's a pub they say across the way with whisky and beer it's a lengthy journey on the way up to the
i recall back in '79 i was just a wee kid livin' in a dive didn't drink, didn't dance, didn't ever smoke hash but it changed when i heard the clash and
you make me feel like my first hangover you're touchin' me like the very worst time an' i feel nothin' for tomorrows pain and i've learned my lesson....
off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning i've got a press gang looking after me. i'll awaken sometime on the morrow. by then we'll be a league
go on get lost & join a punkrock band quit your school, give up your job and live in a stinky van they won't let you take it easy you don't wanna get
i will go back to my homeland to the land where i long to be i will go back now to my homeland to the land that's now a calling me [Chorus:] it's no
talking 'bout a girl with long green hair commin' up down from oklahom-a we told her to run but instead she stayed she's lookin' so good and she does
Ever Since The Days We Were Living In The Caves Some Assumed Leadership Others Became Slaves Brother Against Brother Cain & Abel Were Both Wrong At Each
boots & get right oot on the streets with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny getting up & oot
One Hound Starts Barking Sets The Whole Pack Off Never Try To Pinch Off Anymore Than You Can Flush Don?t Sit And Sniver While Your Life Is Going To The
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ye banks & braes of bonnie doon, how can ye bloom sae fresh & fair how can ye chant ye tiny wee birds and i sae weary & nae full o' care ye break me
we're lookin' back to see the eighteenth century talkin' bout the shit that went down after the fall of culloden that's when prince charlie ran away
