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
[The Clash cover song] The offered me the office, offered me the shop. They said I'd better take anything they'd got. Do you wanna make tea at the BBC
Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew Where Billy's bones are
In the face of all thats obvious I continue to wreck my life... So set in my ways it's impossible to do whats good... Smokin, jokin + boozin my time
[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
[Originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival] Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they?re red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail
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
Now let me tell you about a man named John Law Heis a neighborhood cop the toughest man I ever saw A man who knows his duty, a man with a gun To the
Never, never, never again Will Tommy die for you Over the top the unknown go Into a land where no man lives Say goodbye to his friends Cause they will
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
Iive got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me theres no looking back. As I trudge the path of destiny my
It?s Friday night and the streets are filled With rich little fucking college pussy faggots I?m gonna get a fucking gun And shoot them all right in the
I know that you ain?t too pretty God knows how much you suck It?s a tragedy that you were born I rue the day you wrote this Soundtrack to a killing
See it, do you believe it, you can take it, or leave it. Take you on a rockin stroll, dig yourself a deeper hole. Lookin high but feelin low, pray to
[Special guests vocals by: Dicky Barrett (MMB), Danny Gallagher and Michelle Darosa] Allow me to tell a story about our little town, The big movies
[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
[Originally by F.U.] Five years ago you were safe with your TV Never even though what your future might be Now you?re just a packrat picking through
[Originally by Cock Sparrer] Everybody's talking about revolution and Everybody's talking about smashing the state. Sounds to me like the final solution
