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Us Against the World
05:10
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I’ve been wandering this town
Sometimes seems that everything is closing down
Nobody seems to want to know me
The world has got so bloody cold and lonely
Sometimes I think I’m fading out, sometimes I think I’m checking out
But there’s no one to catch me, there’s no-one there to catch me
Sometimes I think of bailing out, sometimes I think of checking out
But there’s no god to catch me, no-one above to catch me
Why do we face this nonsense on our own
You, shouldn’t be on your own
I, shouldn’t be all alone
We should stand together
Then its us against the world
The sun shining all around me
Sometimes seems that the winter storms they never leave
Everybody seems to want to fight me
I can’t find the words rescue any dignity
Sometimes I think I’m fading out, sometimes I think I’m checking out
But there’s no one to catch me, there’s no-one there to catch me
Sometimes I think of bailing out, sometimes I think of checking out
But there’s smile upon a face, a smile sent to catch me.
We don’t face this nonsense on our own
You, shouldn’t be on your own
I, shouldn’t be all alone
We should stand together
Then its us against the world
You and Me and Aunty Liz
Our Mums and Dads our lovely kids
Friends straight or gay or in-between
Friends high or low and seldom seen
The bloke who runs the corner shop
His girl who got a doctorate
Those held inside who should be released
Those few brave souls who fight for peace
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The Southampton Steamboat Song
All the lads from the town, we signed up on a sunny day
And we sang as we marched, as to war we sailed away
Well we fought tooth and nail, and we died in machine gun hail
While my brother choked gas, I came home without a scratch
Well I see it in their eyes, all the mams, who lost their sons
They wonder why I'm alive, when their precious boys have died
The bitterness of grief runs like poison on their tongues,
So they called me a deserter and a traitor to my friends
Far Away, far away
Far across the shiny sea
Far away, far away
That's where I'm gonna be
Far away, far away
When Southampton's far behind
I'll point two fingers to the sky
And you can kiss my arse goodbye
I got a visit from the Constable, a visit from the priest
A visit from the footy boys, who beat me to a paste
Left a rope upon the table, said do the decent thing
But fuck if l'll top me self, after all the death I’ve seen.
The enemy were bastards of this I have no doubt
But the bastards I came home to made wonder what we'd fought about
The aristocracy is claiming victory for themselves
I wish a million bone white crosses would fall upon their heads.
Well I drink myself blind To dull the horrors in my mind
But no matter how I try I can't leave the front behind.
So I drink till I'm undone But I still hear the guns
And still, I hear them screaming, still see them dying, one by one.
So I stood in fields of crosses and said goodbye to me lads
And took the boat God knows where, I’m never coming back
A New World is a-callin' where ever that may be
And as for dear old Blighty, she can sink into the sea.
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Wunderbar (the Bastard)
02:56
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Wunderbar (The Bastard)
I was just a young man
When first he came for me
I bet my life for a game of chance
best 2 out of 3
While he counts his chips
I gives yer man the slip
I went drinking underground
I was nowhere to be found
Wunderbar Wunderbar
I’ll be singing Wunderbar
When the bastard comes for me
I’ll be singing Wunderbar
Next time that he caught me
In the summer of ’94
He said there’ll be no games this time
I’ve come to take you down
And while he fetched his scythe
A taxi did arrive
I went drinking underground
I was nowhere to be found
The Bastard finally caught me
In the spring of ‘oh fifteen
He brought his mate Big C
An they thought they’d done for me!
I was led out deathly ill
When they moved in for the kill
But when they pulled the covers down
I was nowhere to be found.
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The Last Bus Home
04:09
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The Last Bus Home
We’ll miss the last bus home
And let the last train go on alone
Let the late taxis dwindle, and their queues grow long
It’s time to sing our very last song
So drink up ya bastards it's time to go home
You've all had yer fun so it off you must roam
Dead drunk or sober, boys, it's all the same
Till tomorrow comes calling.
We’ll take the long walk home
Through streets all a glitter to your front door
Where we share a smile
And instead of goodbye
She says would you like to stay for a while
And I watch my love sleep sound at my side
And think of our of times past since the first of our nights
And I whisper to girl, well, could you be my wife
And a voice from her dreams sighs, you bet your bet your bloody life
So drink up ya bastards it's time to go home
You've all had yer fun so it off you must roam
Dead drunk or sober, boys, it's all the same
Till tomorrow comes calling and we do it all again
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Dando's Nagg
03:36
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Dando's Nag
I've been up a 2 grand or more
Then lost the fucking lot before.
The world can seem all deadly cold
When the bookies lad's got all your gold
When the loan sharks man's beating down the door
For the cash you blew two weeks before
And the girl you loved screemin in your face
I grab the last of the cash and head for the racing place
Down the neck the porter goes
Wine and whiskey flows
They’re coming to the flag boy, coming to the flag
I bet all I had on a monkey on a chestnut nag
‘Iceland Burger’s' half asleep
When the tape goes up dead on her feet
Last at the lap, guess I'll never learn
Right at the back on the final turn
Suddenly me nag is coming on strong
Burning up the field in the last furlong
Seen in the photo winning by a nose
Ton to the 1 we'll tear off the bookies clothes!
Now me n me girl are the best of friends
Off to Ibiza for the long weekends
Paid off the cards and the loan sharks debt
If ever do it again she says she'll ring my fucking neck
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The Dublin Stagg
02:40
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Early Doors in the 5am
15 Pints then on the plane
High up in the sky, lads
Across the Irish Sea
To a pretty little city
That’s a sore eyed sight to see
The Dublin Stagg
Is a crazy beast
27 Legs
From the north south west and east
In a town that likes a drink
He never stood a chance
He’ll never drink it dry
But by god he’s gonna try
Full Irish in the pub by the 10am
Guinness down the neck the and the same again
We're singing in the bar boys
As we watch our horses lose
It's time to cross Liffey
And let the creature loose
Threw up on his shoes
Passed out in the loos
Argued with Malone
From the county of Tyrone
He lost all his wonga
Had a little chat with the Garda
In a month or two he’ll say
This was the best night night of his life
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