booze & glory - antisong
When you feel like a robot like a doll
And when youn don´t understand nothing
Born on this world over 30 years ago
And still don´t know which way you go
And when you life is like a television show
Where someone else always decides
Don´t wanna fight don´t wanna lose don´t wanna know
But always hold your head up high
When people treat you like a reject like scum
You want to say: "piss off you cunts"
Don´t want to listen to their neverending lies
Crowd full of shit, you´ve had enough
Spend all your time working your bollocks off
Still cant afford to have a sprog
Your payday soon but you already know
The taxmen comes and takes it all
And when you know its time to die how will you feel?
Is this the world you´re gonna miss?
Is this the place where you always wanted to be
Where even beer taste like a piss.
booze & glory - farewell goodbye
You had your flaws like we all do
But you let brown get a hold of you
Only think about what you could of done
If you only lived past 21
But your cards were marked it weren't to last
How were you to know
But you weren't pushed it's the path you chose
Farewell, Goodbye!
Now we see the flame just burnt too bright
Flame burnt too bright
If you could change the past what would you do
Have you left something to prove?
The reckless way you used to act
You was born to lose just face the facts
So now sleep well coz no one said that life is fair
And in few years I'll see you there
booze & glory - i hope you still remember
November afternoon, it was a day I won't forget
You said you've had enough and I said u will regret
But you was bald as brass, you didn't wanna know
You settled down and became an average joe
But I hope you still remember those crazy good old days
When we all stood together side by side
And I hope you still remember us - your silly good old mates
Who got you in trouble all the time
Now that you've changed your life- like it should be
Steady job, cosy house and a happy family
Is this what you've been waiting for, is this what you dreamt about
I might see you at a gig someday if you're still allowed
So now you're under the thumb- she is in charge
Think, that me and the boys still have it large
We won't end up in heaven, we're going straight to hell
We miss you mate and hope you're doing well
booze & glory - joe hawkins
See him walking down the street
Doctor martens on his feet
Levi jeans, ben sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you'll get hurt
He's a skinhead and he don't care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He's a skinhead and he don't care about you
Walking down on the brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Crunch of bone as boots go in
Joe's so proud to be a skin
Prison couldn't change his ways
Skinhead's back he's here to stay
So if you think you've got the suss
Be a skinhead be like us
He's the king, king of the skins
Whats his name?
Joe Hawkins
booze & glory - leave the kids alone
You blame those kids for their bad mood
You hate them for being rude
But you don't realise how they feel
They come from smelly council flats
Homes full of hate, cheap booze and drugs
So don't expect them to be ideal
Let them talk, let them think
Let them smoke, let them drink
Let them ask: "what the fuck is going on"
Let them live their own life
Let them shout let them fight
So fuck yourself and leave the kids alone!
They have no future - who can they be?
Frustrated - they hope and dream
They do some silly things coz they are bored
Her dad's asleep, he's pissed again
His mum is bitch, drives him insane
I'll tell you now them kids can't be ignored
booze & glory - london skinhead crew
Coz we got nothing else to do
London skinhead crew
Scars, tattoos, Crombie coats, full of trouble
We grew up on dead end streets
Lack of teeth, full of dreams
Drinking beer and forever blowing bubbles
Years go passing by but we are still about
Against society and all that crap
This is not a fashion its a way of life
Getting older but we won't give up
Coz we got nothing else to do
London skinhead crew
Scars, tattoos, Crombie coats, full of trouble
We grew up on dead end streets
Lack of teeth, full of dreams
Drinking beer and forever blowing bubbles
Football on saturday, camden sunday night
And we're skint again but we don't care
Smell of 2 stroke every year at Isle of Wight
Skinhead reggae beat and short cropped hair
We are the lost generation with not much left to lose
Wearing shiny brogues and tonic suits
All we want is a bit of thrill, fags and booze
And crazy skinhead girls in monkey boots
booze & glory - one of them
He is one of them blokes who tells you that
He always toes the line
But over the years he provided to us
He is just a waste of time
Soon we'll see who was right
Which way he's gonna go
He is one of them twats who always thinks
That it's him who runs the show
He is a mug! He's always got something to say
Very brave in front of his Pc
I'll tell you now, he better get out of my way
Pricks like him don't mean nothing to me
At one stage he was one of us
And he said he'll stay for good
About respect and loyalty
He didn't have a clue
And times have changed, this boys grew up
He is in a different boat
And all of us did realise
booze & glory - sick of you
Our life will never be the same
I still stand my ground
By the likes of you we've been screwed again
I still stand my ground
The promises you told us all
I still stand my ground
No future, no job, life on the dole
I still stand my ground
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
And we're sick of the likes of you
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
We sick, sick of you!
I don't belive in what you say
I still stand my ground
In most of you I've lost my faith
I still stand my ground
I won't be stopped, locked in a cage
I still stand my ground
So here today I spit my rage
I still stand my ground
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
And we're sick of the likes of you
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
We sick, sick of you!
You have the lot but still need more
I still stand my ground
What else do you want? We've got fuck all
I still stand my ground
So now go die you're fuckin scum
I still stand my ground
Look what've you done to the working man
I still stand my ground
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
And we're sick of the likes of you
We are the wasted generation
And we're always number two
We've had enough of fuckin ignorance
We sick, sick of you!
booze & glory - ugly faces
Look at them they've got expensive cars
Ugly faces with dodgy smiles
Every year different club
More money and bigger house
That stupid "stach"
Get away but not for love
Why pay the match for the football on saturday
So fuckers like john terry get a wage
Steven gerrard and ryan giggs
Franky lamps and the other pricks
Didier drogba, ashley cole
Ugly rooney and ginger scholes
And get better me
Don't know what to blame
Why pay the match for the football on saturday
So fuckers like john terry get a wage
Peter crouch and robbie keane
Will go, where better money is
And useless ....
You can fuck of to "duffies"
And buddies gonna crying
After a part
Why pay the match for the football on saturday
So fuckers like john terry get a wage
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