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Sacraments & Buggery
02:08
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Give me half an hour in heaven, before the devil knows I'm dead
I'll seek out Ernest Angley and I'll bust his fucking head,
I'll vandalise your monuments and I'll call the Pope a rat,
And I'll spit in the face of Jerry Falwell cause he's a fucking twat
You're all full of shit, and what you preach is sick
You and your cult of god fearing conservative hypocrites,
This cult was never inclusive, it was never okay
I know which side I'm on, gay the pray away
Keep your laws off her body, keep your hands off those young boys
Your goal was to control us, but we just made too much noise
You're masters of fear mongering, but it's empty threats you sell
And even if I was wrong about you, I would rather be in hell
You're all full of shit, and what you preach is sick
You and your cult of god fearing conservative hypocrites,
This cult was never inclusive, it was never okay
I know which side I'm on, gay the pray away
Gay the pray away, gay the pray away
I know which side I'm on, gay the pray away
E.C.F.C
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Shed End Boys
02:03
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We're going out to the pub,
Tell the Oul' doll don't wait up,
I probably won't be home tonight!
Going to Turner's Cross for the match,
A bottle of Bucky and a brick of hash,
I'm banking on the Shams to start a fight.
I don't know how you could want for anything more,
€15 For the match and a tenner for the show,
Cause we've got;
Punk & Football the only thing we need,
Punk & Football in our blood, it is our creed,
Punk & Football, let's scream it in the shed,
We can chant these words 'till we're all fucking dead!
We'll go stumble into town,
Alibi for a couple of rounds,
Double vodka, whiskey, beer and stout.
Off to Fredz for the Punk Rock show,
One fucking band is all we know,
Who gives a fuck when you have friends like this!?
I don't know how you could ask for anything more,
€15 For the match and a tenner at the door,
Cause we've got;
Punk & Football the only thing we need,
Punk & Football in our blood, it is our creed,
Punk & Football, let's scream it in the shed,
We can chant these words 'till we're all fucking dead!
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1312
02:42
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Pedophiles for protectors, system full of miscreants
Why do we try reject it, they keep you down and fuck you up
Pedophiles for protectors, system full of miscreants
Why do we try reject it, they keep you down and fuck you up
Fuck no, we won't settle down, this here is a protest
Authoritarian buggery, the shit that we detest
The law, the church, the government
It's on the same mission
To keep you under the thumb, to keep you wishing
I won't settle down, try to stop me now
Pedophiles for protectors, system full of miscreants
Why do we try reject it, they keep you down and fuck you up
Pedophiles for protectors, system full of miscreants
Why do we try reject it, they keep you down and fuck you up
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Kick 'N' Run
01:45
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This one's for the ladies, it's been tested, tried and true,
When some creepy sleazy fucker, comes creeping up on you,
Bringing unwanted attention and tentacles for hands,
Stare him dead between the eyes and kick him in the nadz.
Cock, back, aim, shoot!
Nothing hurts quite like the truth
Cock, back, aim, proof!
Paint his balls black & blue
When you're walking home at night, do it without fear,
Whether you're gay, straight, trans, lesbian or queer,
Here's a dose of knowledge, they say knowledge is power,
So load up your Doc Martins and make those fuckers cower.
Cock, back, aim, shoot!
Nothing hurts quite like the truth
Cock, back, aim, proof!
Paint his balls black & blue
Cock, back, aim, shoot!
Cock, back, aim, proof!
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On the sunny Spanish coast, I met a queer 'ol lad,
He went by the name of Barry, across his knuckles read ACAB,
He told me he was an anarchist, but he dressed just like a communist, Well I've met enough apologists to know, that he was
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Ya see Barry knew the score, in this sleepy Spanish town,
He was running from his demons, and keeping his head down,
I've said it before and I'll say it again,
There's no use in hiding from the past,
The grim reaper comes for all of us,
Cause nothings built to last, except for
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
They call him, Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
He's coming for you,
Barry, Blackshirt, Swordfish
Ya better watch out,
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Easy Company Cork, Ireland
Easy Company are a Punk Rock band based out of Cork, Ireland.
Experimenting with different sounds and styles within the broad spectrum of Punk Rock. DIY ethics are at the core of everything the band does.
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