Cat Burger Posted 15 May 2006 Posted 15 May 2006 I wanna running riot I'm feeling loud and proud Ready for a fight - LET'S GO! Street punk from Brooklyn, buys himself a box of matches Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and leather jacket Billy's on his way, say's he's gonna burn the state Gonna burn 'em down - it's alright - burn baby burn An outcast from Queens with an 8 ball in a sock Gonna fight in boot n'braces, cuffed jeans and a fresh #2 crop Jimmy's on a rage, someone's gonna have to pay Gonna set em straight - it's alright - go Jimmy go! Someone's going down tonight - they're going down! Gonna get their heads kicked in Gonna burn em down - gonna burn em down Gonna shake the government Can you feel the rush? Can you hear us shout - let's go! Gonna show them politicians what we're all about I wanna kick some heads in - well it's alright! I wanna running riot - well it's alright! I'm feeling loud and proud - well it's alright! I'm ready for a fight - well it's alright! Does anyone else feel like fighting and causing trouble some of the time?
hairy Posted 15 May 2006 Posted 15 May 2006 And it all went quiet in the city And the wind blew down the road Someone cried out "Subvert" And the people all went cold Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT Meanwhile back in Subvert City Someone's writing on the wall "fock the government" spray-paint hero Someone wants the state to fall Religious dogma crucified Ritual slaughter, no one lied Living standards were dying morals A state-controlled mass suicide The dying breed of Subvert City Crept into the underground The state police just left them there Blocked the holes, and gassed them down Ten years later they emerged Mutated minds so full of hate Tried again to change the system But this time round it was too late There was no system left to change The people ran the entire land The subverts became politicians And finally got the upper hand Meanwhile back in Subvert City Someone's writing on the wall "fock the government" spray-paint hero But in Subvert City, it's subvert rule Subvert, subvert, subvert, SUBVERT
Chairman of the Bored Posted 15 May 2006 Posted 15 May 2006 Shall I post your ASBO or would you like to come round to collect it?
Finnegan Posted 15 May 2006 Posted 15 May 2006 Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob And left her sprawlin' on the floor. And then the war did soon engage 'Twas woman to woman and man to man, Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began!
Daggers Posted 15 May 2006 Posted 15 May 2006 I thought I could hear the curious tone of the cornet, clarinet and big trombone fiddle, cello, big bass drum bassoon, flute and euphonium far away as in a trance I heard the sound of the floral dance As I walked home on a summer night the stars in heaven were shining bright far away from the footlights glare into the sweet and scented air of a quaint old Cornish town
Cat Burger Posted 16 May 2006 Author Posted 16 May 2006 That's lovely, but not really in the sprit of the thread I'm better now btw P.S Finnegan's wake, good song I've always been fond of this 'un: Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere, poisoned deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray for my home but still sit here in hell chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown Taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred A place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well Go to the grind it's all that I have Work on and on with nothing to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark image of a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts chorus Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere, poisoned deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray for my home but still sit here in hell.
Daggers Posted 16 May 2006 Posted 16 May 2006 That's lovely, but not really in the sprit of the thread Nope, but I though to myself ~ 'now there are some sad boys who might like cheering up' And then I thought ~ 'and what could be nicer than the Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Band with that nice Mr Terry Wogan?' ...but if you really want words of violence then I guess JCC said it best when, and I quoth he: Outside the take-away, Saturday night a bald adolescent, asks me out for a fight He was no bigger than a two-penny fart he was a deft exponent of the martial art He gave me three warnings: Trod on me toes, stuck his fingers in my eyes and kicked me in the nose A rabbit punch made me eyes explode My head went dead, I fell in the road I pleaded for mercy I wriggled on the ground he kicked me in the balls and said something profound Gave my face the millimetre tread Stole me chop suey and left me for dead Through rivers of blood and splintered bones I crawled half a mile to the public telephone pulled the corpse out the call box, held back the bile and with a broken index finger, I proceeded to dial I couldn’t get an ambulance the phone was screwed The receiver fell in half it had been kung fu’d A black belt karate cop opened up the door demanding information about the stiff on the floor he looked like an extra from Yang Shang Po he said “What’s all this then ah so, ah so, ah so.†he wore a bamboo mask he was gen’ned on zen He finished his devotions and he beat me up again Thanks to that embryonic Bruce Lee I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be I can’t go back to Salford the cops have got me marked Enter the Dragon Exit Johnny Clarke
Cobbo Posted 16 May 2006 Posted 16 May 2006 Nothing suffocates you more than The passing of everyday human events Isolation is the oxygen mask you make Your children breath in to survive I'm not a slave to a god That doesn't exist I'm not a slave to a world That doesn't give a shit And when we were good You just closed your eyes So when we are bad We'll scar your minds Fight x8 You'll never grow up to be a big - Rock - star - celebrated - victim - of - your - fame They'll just cut our wrists like Cheap coupons and say that death Was on sale today And when we were good You just closed your eyes So when we are bad We'll scar your minds But I'm not a slave to a god That doesn't exist But I'm not a slave to a world That doesn't give a shit The death of one is a tragedy x3 But the death of millions is just a statistic I'm not a slave to a god That doesn't exist I'm not a slave to a world That doesn't give a shit I'm not a slave to a god That doesn't exist I'm not a slave to a world That doesn't give a shit Fight x8
Head Honcho Posted 16 May 2006 Posted 16 May 2006 It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!" A couple of the sound that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Chairman of the Bored Posted 16 May 2006 Posted 16 May 2006 When We Were Young by Whipping Boy When we were young nobody died And nobody got older The toughest kid in the street Could always be bought over And the first time that you loved You had all your life to give At least that's what you said The first time you got drunk You drank pernod and dry cider Smashed a window in as the police came round the corner You didn't have no time to run And your dad stood up for you As the judge said you're a fool Babies, sex and flagons, shifting women, getting stoned Robbing cars, bars and pubs, rubber johnnies, poems Starsky and Hutch gave good TV And Starsky looked like me The first time that you stole You stole rubber lips and tenners Bought a radio then ran away for ever Never felt so good, never felt so good with you When we were young we had no fear Of love nor sex nor warnings Everyone was hanging out, everyone was sorted When we were young nobody knew Who you were or what you'd do Nobody had a past that catches up on you Babies, sex and flagons, shifting women, getting stoned Robbing cars, bars and pubs, rubber johnnies, poems Starsky and Hutch gave good TV And Starsky looked like me What might have been What might have been What might have been With a start he was awoken From the middle of a dream He's making movies in his head That never will be seen He's holding Oscars in his hands And kissing beauty queens What might have been What might have been When we were young
Finnegan Posted 17 May 2006 Posted 17 May 2006 (Chorus)Riot! Riot!, riot crossed this land In pork pie hats and denim masks and furious knife clutched hands, It was a bank holiday for languages lost Being armed to the teeth to face this curse If you’ve always used establishment We’ve always used piss off to change the intonation in this verse As curlew dies and structures burn laid barren as then night falls Wandering zombies smoldering from the top See their dead in our burned out halls (Chorus – 2 x) When all is done special branch comes through With police finish off the rest of the best Evacuated barren and I now know who’s dead As parliament wakes and yawns deep from the chest Well, and the sun burns up the night And the boot heels click And the engines burn and John Major gets sick And American soldiers station themselves Round Serbian oil wells And four course five star dinners down by the wakening church’s bells (Chorus – 4x) Well, we don’t believe this way has worked We’ll burn down this mind set Burning all your American illusions up We’ll show you what, where and when we’re at Well, almost everyone knows what homelessness is And everyone know ‘bout death And you can’t give morals onto either one, Or justify it or come back and say it was worth the test Well, when you give death – you get death back That’s the way the cycle works Well, when you’ve taken - you get things taken from you That’s situational, that’s your friends you’ve kept while doing the dirt (Chorus – 2x) Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot! Angry motherfocking song. Mad Riot by the Tossers, if you like Finnegan's Wake it's a must. :thmbsup:
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