"I'm Shipping Up To Boston"
 
I'm a sailor peg
And I've lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg

I'm a sailor peg
And I've lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping up to Boston whoa
I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg

"The Auld Triangle"
 
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squealing in my prison cell

To begin the morning, the water boiling
Get up out of bed boy, and clean up your cell

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were squealing high above the wall

Oh the day was dying and the wind was sighing
As I lay there crying in my prison cell

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
As he lay there weeping for his poor gal

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

In the female prison there are seventy women
And I wish to God it was with them that I did dwell

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal

"Last Letter Home"
 
Hello there my dearest love
Today I write to you about our sons
The boys start school today
They're the spitting image of you in every way

Hey son it's Dad
I hope this letter finds you well out of harm's way
We saw the news today it frightened your Mom
Now all she does is pray

[Chorus:]
If I lead will you follow?
Will you follow if I lead?

Hey Melissa it's me don't be afraid
I'm in good hands I'm gonna be home soon
It's time to watch the children grow up
I wanna be more than a voice on the phone

Thanks Ma I got your package today
I love "The Fields Of Athenry"
I swear I want 'em to play that song on the pipes
At my funeral when I die

[Chorus]

I stand alone in the distance
And the foreground slowly moves

[Chorus]

"We regret to inform you that on January 28th Sgt. Andrew
Farrar died while serving his country in the Al-Anbar province
of Iraq words cannot convey our sorrow"

[Chorus]

When there's nothing on the horizon
You've got nothing left to prove

If I lead will you follow?

"Tessie"
 
Tessie is the Royal Rooters rally cry
Tessie is the tune they always sung
Tessie echoed April through October nights
After serenading Stahl, Dinneen and Young
Tessie is a maiden with a sparkling eye
Tessie is a maiden with a love
She doesn't know the meaning of her sight
She's got a comment full of love

And sometimes when the game is on the line
Tessie always carried them away
Up the road from "Third Base" to Huntington
The boys will always sing and sway

Two! Three! Four!

Tessie, "Nuf Ced" McGreevey shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Tessie, you are the only only only

The Rooters showed up at the grounds one day
They found their seats had all been sold
McGreevey led the charge into the park
Stormed the gates and put the game on hold
The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright
Boston's tenth man could not be wrong
Up from "Third Base" to Huntington
They'd sing another victory song

Two! Three! Four!

Tessie, "Nuf Ced" McGreevey shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Tessie, you are the only only only

The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright
Boston's tenth man could not be wrong
Up from "Third Base" to Huntington
They'd sing another victory song

Two! Three! Four!

Tessie, "Nuf Ced" McGreevey shouted
We're not here to mess around
Boston, you know we love you madly
Hear the crowd roar to your sound
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Tessie, you are the only only only
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Boston, you are the only only only
Don't blame us if we ever doubt you
You know we couldn't live without you
Red Sox, you are the only only only

Singles Collection, Volume 2 (2005)



1.   21 Guitar Salute
2.   Fortunate Son
3.   On The Attack
4.   You're A Rebel
5.   Watch Your Back
6.   Vengeance
7.   It's A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock 'n' Roll)
8.   Warlords
9.   Alcohol
10.   Pipebomb On Lansdowne (Dance Remix)
11.   Nobody's Hero
12.   Mob Mentality
13.   Informer
14.   The Nutrocker (Nutty)
15.   Rock 'n' Roll
16.   Hey Little Rich Boy
17.   Never Again
18.   Halloween
19.   Soundtrack To A Killing Spree
20.   Wild Rover
21.   Working
22.   Victory / Instrumental
23.   We Got The Power

"21 Guitar Salute"

Originally by The Press
 
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
everybody pull in the loot
We got the equalizer
it's a 21 guitar salute

It's a 21 guitar salute, it's a 21 guitar salute
It's a...

We saw him sitting there,
a-drinking my beer
And I went in for the war
it's 7 o'clock on a Saturday night and I'm so fucking bored

Okay, steady, get ready
everybody gets to shoot
We got a 21 gun salution
it's a 21 guitar salute

It's a 21 guitar salute, it's a 21 guitar salute
It's a...

Okay, steady, get ready
everybody pull in the loot
We got the equalizer
it's a 21 guitar salute

It's a 21 guitar salute, it's a 21 guitar salute
It's a...

I hear the sounds of marching feet in the distance
and there's a bloody revolution in the air
And I know what this looks like, but it isn't
'cause I just want to blow something up

"Fortunate Son"

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 to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no,

"On The Attack"
 
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 hardcore, you know it's the truth! this is my world, wolfpack, last rights. the kids will have their say another wasted night. there's many forms of music, and they all play a part, as long as the meaning comes straight from the heart. so open you eyes and please use your brain, 'cause punk, oi!, and hardcore, are one in the same because today we carry on, and the numbers have grown, a social movement that we call our own. so let's stick together with our friends at our backs, because the climate is changing, we're on the attack!

"You're A Rebel"

Originally by Iron Cross
 
Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and he shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land

When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be won
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel

Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there

When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be won
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel

You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bloodied
You’re a rebel and not a winner
You’re a fighter and now you’re bleeding

Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there

"Watch Your Back"

Originally by Cock Sparrer
 
Everybody's talking about revolution and
Everybody's talking about smashing the state.
Sounds to me like the final solution
Left wing, right wing, full of hate

We Don't Wanna Fight, because you tell us to.
Watch your back when you attack,
Well we might just turn on you.

Things get worse with every hour
The future fades into the past
All they want is total power,
Climbing on the backs of the working class.

We Don't wanna fight, because you tell us to.
Watch your back when you attack,
Well we might just turn on you. [x2]

We don't wanna be part of no new religion,
We don't wanna be part of a political dream,
we just wanna get on living our lives.

We Don't wanna fight, because you tell us to.
Watch your back when you attack,
Well we might just turn on you. [x2]