1. |
Handicapped Hero
01:30
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Anthony was a paper boy
The likes of which we'll not see again
Burnt his soles out on the streets
Of aul Belfast come sun or rain
And all the local kids named him Gaga
For he was a man of special needs
And every scumbag near or far
Would rob him as he walked his beat
Up the Shankill
Down the Falls
From the Bone
To Harpers st.
Anthony Gaga was the greatest paper boy
We've ever seen
But all the beatings
All of them soon stopped
For his aul Da wasn't shy of guns
He'd come home with a fresh black eye
And some boy would find his knees done
But some smart cunt got to thinking one day
I bet that dafty planks his cash
Lads if we follow him on his root
Soon enough we'll find his stash
Up the Shankill
Down the Falls
From the Bone
To Harpers st.
Anthony Gaga was the greatest paper boy
We've ever seen
So they followed him for a few long days
And just when they were ready to give up
He pulled a bulging sock out from his coat
And them rats they thought they were in luck
And as soon as he left his hiding place
They ran like jackles to claim their prize
And when the ring leader forced his hand in the sock
It came out covered in Anthonys' shite
Up the Shankill
Down the Falls
From the Bone
To Harpers st.
Anthony Gaga was the greatest paper boy
We've ever seen
Ya see our hero knew as well as us
That these buck eejits were following him
So he made a plan while on the bog
And it makes me smile to think of him
Not every story has a moral
But this one does and it's a fuckin hit
Special needs people aren't stupid
And smart cunts can be thick as shit
Up the Shankill
Down the Falls
From the Bone
To Harpers st.
Anthony Gaga was the greatest paper boy
We've ever seen
Up the Shankill
Down the Falls
From the Bone
To Harpers st.
Anthony Gaga was the greatest paper boy
We've ever seen
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2. |
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I remember that September
sure wasn’t I shitin’ bricks
for the school that I had been sent to
was for lunatics
And if you got into a fight
You’d get covered in spit
And if that fight was pre-arranged
They’d fill bottles with piss
And you couldn’t be a good boy
You’d be labelled as a fruit
And that may be one of the reasons why I never done well at school
I was told by Mr Rooney to work
to save me from the dole
and by the horny Christian brothers to pray
to save my rotten soul
but I was reared to think that all of those in authority are twats
and even now at 39
I still cant shake off that
and I remember thinking sure you’re a cunt
who’d wanna be like you
And that may be one of the reasons why I never done well at school
I was maybe there a month or two
when I started smoking weed
It was like that bit in the wizard of oz
When they bring colour to the screen
and I remember thinking that mathematics
can be quite the rip
If you start the morning off with a splif
and a half a trip
And the fact that id be outta my tits
Before the fading of the dew
Well that may be one of the reasons why I never done well at school
And as my end was nearing
and up came my GCSE’s
I planked a bottle of cider
by the barracks in a field
And I drank it as I dandered
but I never set the test
because I punched a CT teacher
right in his fuckin face
Cos the hairy cunt kicked a wee dog
and I thought oh I’ll have you
And that may be one of the reasons why I never done well at school!
Now sometimes I worry
That I was just a lazy prick
Or even worse than that
What if im just fuckin thick
Cos there were many there among
The rapscallions and the hoods
That came out of that shithole
That did miraculously good
Ahhh I bet them fly cunts cheated
Yeah that’ll have to do
Yeah it was every other cunts fault
That I never done well at school.
Yeah it was every other cunts fault
That I never done well at school.
Yeah it was every other cunts fault
That I never done well at school.
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3. |
A Scene from the City
02:33
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This is a scene from the city
Told when the shadows creep
When the streets are cloaked in dark silence
And when junkies fall asleep
And im walking home to my Rosie
And im trying my best not to fall
Too drunk to trust the ground below me
Bouncing from wall to wall
From the docks we follow the river
As the moon gently stalks on its wave
Been boozing with Dave Brownie-Murray
And a couple more of our mates
And I smile for the ones that are livin
And I smile for the ones that are gone
To have had the chance to have known them
Yeah the chance to have known them at all
This is a scene from the city
Yeah the city to which I was born
Where once the reel was bleached by violence
With a tired repetisive score
Where as children we played with toy soldiers
As real soldiers stood at our doors
Where the street lamps look so pretty
When im drunk and on my way home
Where the street lamps look so pretty
When im drunk and on my way home
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My love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say
Sure it will not be long love
Til our wedding day
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the Fair
And so fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
Then she made her way homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
I dreamt it last night
That my dead love came in
So softly she moved
That her feet made no din
Then she came close beside me
And this she did say
Sure it will not be long love
Til our wedding day
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Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And they shut down our wee rave
And sure wasn’t it just as the music
Was makin’ me her slave
When fifty coppers came a crashin’ in
With faces long and grave
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And shut down our wee rave.
They came in at three in the morning
Lit up by electric light
They said good evening ladies and gentlemen
We’re here to ruin your night
But not before my pretty girlfriend
Got the kitty outta sight
And a collective sigh went over the room
Like we’d all just stood in shite
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And they shut down our wee rave
And sure wasn’t it just as the music
Was makin’ me her slave
When fifty coppers came a crashin’ in
With faces long and grave
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And shut down our wee rave.
There were many there among us
That took this news quite bad
Their little joyous E’d up hearts
Now feelin’ rather sad
But we showed no animosity
To the filth in high-vis clad
And although our night had just been fucked
The scene made me aul heart glad.
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And they shut down our wee rave
And sure wasn’t it just as the music
Was makin’ me her slave
When fifty coppers came a crashin’ in
With faces long and grave
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And shut down our wee rave.
They threw us out into the night
The rain, the hail and snow
And with it being three o’clock in the morning
Without a place to go
And they might have got us this time
But in their wee dark hearts they know
That as soon as their backs are turned
Sh-sha shebeening we shall go.
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And they shut down our wee rave
And sure wasn’t it just as the music
Was makin’ me her slave
When fifty coppers came a crashin’ in
With faces long and grave
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And shut down our wee rave.
Last night the cops and Belfast council came
And they shut down our wee rave
And sure wasn’t it just as the music
Was makin’ me her slave
When fifty coppers came a crashin’ in
With faces long and grave
Last night the cunts from Belfast council came
And shut down our wee rave.
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6. |
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Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
For if you were to cut your dick off
Sure you'd not have no fun
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
Years ago I had a house
That I shared with some friends
We were in a band together
Mentally disturbed young men
And we would always push it
As far as we could
Fucked up 24/7
We were all still in our youth
I came home from work one night
I could sense something was wrong
I checked in the video box
All 14 trips were gone
And I could hear strange noises
Coming from one of the rooms
So I ascended the stairs
Armed with fly spray and a broom
And I said
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
For if you were to cut your dick off
Sure you'd not have no fun
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
I knocked on his door
But I got no reply
So I kicked it open
Seen the madness in his eyes
An outstretched knob in his left hand
Rusty scissors in his right
And I know it might sound mental
But it was a pretty standard night
And I said
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
Please don't cut your dick off
You've just taken to much drugs
And he said "What the fuck are you on about?
Are ya fuckin nuts?”
I'm just giving my pubes a trim
I do them once a month
I'm just giving my pubes a trim
I do them once a month
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7. |
Italia 90
02:00
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Italia 90
When I was just a nipper
My da bought me a football
Its was a mitre delta
So I gave the boys a call
The street it was our pitch
The gates became our goals
And all the aul ladies would shout
Go and play outside your own doors
And that's what it was like
Growing up in Belfast town
We started up a match
Everything was going rightly
Then in the middle of the street
Pulls up this motor doing about 90
Out jumped two boy-yos
With a rifle and a mortar
And attacked the lookout post
At the barracks on the corner
And that's what it was like
Growing up in Belfast town
Well we all hit the ground
Just like we had been taught
There were parents there were soldiers
And alarms were going off
And as i surveyed the scene
Yeah what struck me most of all
Was by the time I'd stood up
Some hairy cunt had stole my ball
And that's what it was like
Growing up in Belfast town
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8. |
The Leeches on the Hill
01:12
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Well it's a simple case of us and them
Say the leeches on the hill
For what they want is what you don't
Say the leeches on the hill
We'll tell you who’s to blame for your shitty life
And the fact that you can't pay your bills
You get nothing while they get it all
Say the leeches on the hill
Focus on what makes you different
Not what you've got in common
With your brothers and sister until
You no longer even recognise them as human beings
Say the leeches on the hill
Forget the N.H.S or the state of your street
Just remember you’re a Paddy or a Bill
Live in the past lest we forget
Say the leeches on the hill
Oh they'll load your ears full of shame and fear
Til there's no more room to fill
For a leech has needs and for a leech to feed
A little blood must be spilled
Yeah they've made a fine art of keeping us apart
By denying us the red pill
But if the working class could pull their heads out of their arse
Who'd need the leeches on the hill
Yeah if the working class could pull their heads out of their arse
Who'd need the leeches on the hill
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9. |
Mr Fly
01:42
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Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz
There’s a fly in my living room
And he’s drivin me up the walls
Me and the paper’s been tryin’ and failin’
To kill him
Cos his wee reflexes are so good
And his wee stature is so small
And its almost like he can see a second
Into the future.
And I haven’t had a joint in days
And I guess that in someway
Its gonna make things worse on him
When I catch him
He keeps landing on my head and my knee
When im tryin to watch my TV
I hate the feel of his wee legs
When they touch my bare skin
Ive got murder on the mind
Yeah Mr Fly its only a matter of time
Before I send your wee fly arse
Through your eyeballs
And I haven’t had a joint in days
And I guess that in someway
Its gonna make things worse on him
When I catch him
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz zzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzz
And I haven’t had a joint in days
And this torture in someway
Is gonna make things worse on him
When I catch him.
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10. |
The One Commandments
01:13
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Most of modern Europe
And all of the Americas
Have been built upon good aul Christian values
Or so I’ve heard them say
Yeah they gave us these ten commandments
But all you really need is the one.
There’s no need to complicate it
Just try not to be a cunt
Yeah just try not to be a cunt boy
just try not to be a cunt
There’s no need for complications
Just try not to be a cunt
Yeah just try not to be a cunt boy
just try not to be a cunt
There’s no need for complications
Just try not to be a cunt
And the bible at a time might of helped mankind
But it’s a very ancient text
And some of the stuff that’s written in it
No longer makes much sense
Yeah if Jesus was around today
I reckon he’d be right up front
He’d say never you mind any of that other aul shite
Just try not to be a cunt
He’d say try not to be a cunt boy
He’d say try not to be a cunt
He’d say never you mind any of that other aul shite
Just try not to be a cunt
He’d say try not to be a cunt boy
He’d say try not to be a cunt
He’d say never you mind any of that other aul shite
Cos all you really need is love.
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11. |
The Rabbit Hole
02:03
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I’m sorry but the earths not flat
And even if it was why would anybody lie about that
Hunter Thompson shot himself in the head
It wasn’t the CIA or even the FEDs
And the illuminati don’t exist
Its just a bunch of rich white cunts
That buck each other when they get pissed
The royal family aren’t lizards from space
Why hide anything when the bad stuffs right in front of your face
Smokin’ weed all day on the dole
Crawling deeper down that rabbit hole
And the further that you let yourself go
The tighter that your eyes will be closed
And they’re not actors that you see
When another school shooting comes on the TV
If you think everything that you sees a lie
How will you tell the truth
when its right in front of your eyes
I blame unemployment and YouTube
Men in their thirties with fuck all better to do
The video that they don’t want you to see
Should translate to the video
That you do not believe
Smokin’ weed all day on the dole
Crawling deeper down that rabbit hole
And the further that you let yourself go
The tighter that your eyes will be closed
Smokin’ weed all day on the dole
Crawling deeper down that rabbit hole
And the further that you let yourself go
The tighter that your eyes will be closed
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12. |
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A gentle man was passing by
He asked for a drink, for he was dry
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
My cup is full up to the brim
And if I were to stoop, I might fall in
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
If your true love was passing by
You’d hand him a drink if he were dry
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
She swore by grass, she swore by corn
That her true love had never been born
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
He said wee girl you’re swearing wrong
Sure six fine children you’ve had born
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
If you be a man of noble fame
You’ll tell me who’s the father of them
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
There’s one of them by your uncle John
At the well below the valley O
There’s two of them by your brother Dan
At the well below the valley O
There’s three of them by your father dear
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
If you be a man of noble esteem
You’ll tell me what did happen to them
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
There’s one of them buried beneath the stone
At the well below the valley O
There’s two of them buried beneath the trees
At the well below the valley O
There’s three of them by the graveyard wall
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
If you be a man of noble fame
You’ll tell me what will happen meself
At the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
You’ll be seven years ringing a bell
At the well below the valley O
You’ll be seven years burning in hell
At the well below the valley O
I’ll be seven years ringing a bell
But the lord above may save my soul
From burnin’ in hell at the well below the valley O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
Green grow the lily O
Right among the bushes O
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13. |
Pride 2019
01:44
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If you think gay marriage is wrong
Then just don’t bother marrying one
If the thought of gay sex makes you sick
Well then don’t bother suckin’ dick
If there’s something that I hate
I just don’t participate
And I’m sure Jesus will be OK
If you don’t show at pride today
I weighed in with my son
He was smiling at everyone
And everyone was smiling back
Then we heard them ballsacks
Preachin’ outside city hall
Talkin’ an aul load of balls
That nobody wants to hear
About how Gods upset with queers
A young queen walked past
And I heard him say
Oh my god that’s so fuckin gay
I said aye your right there mate
As we watched them by the gate
Then on the grounds of city hall
I seen some aul boy scold them all
One of them near got hit
With that crazy aul boys walkin’ stick
Then the floats they finally came
Drowned out the eejits at the gate
All of us were havin’ fun
While fightin’ for the right to love
Then a group called Christians for Pride appeared
Them people got the biggest cheer
On their banners they had written
All of us are Gods children
If you think gay marriage is wrong
Then just don’t bother marrying one
If the thought of gay sex makes you sick
Well then don’t bother suckin’ dick
If there’s something that I hate
I just don’t participate
And I’m sure Jesus will be OK
If you don’t show at pride today
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