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everyday, everyday,
everyday I'm always late!
late to work, late to class,
this life of mine is gonna kick my ass!
I'm so full of hate,
'cept when I'm with my mates,
I'm so full of hate,
livin' in the garden state!
too much shit, too much shit,
too much shit is on my plate!
Can't take it, can't take it,
wish that I could just fuckin' quit.
I'm so full of hate,
'cept when I'm with my mates.
I'm so full of hate,
livin' in the garden state.
gunswick, gunswick, gunswick,
New fuckin' Brunswick
I'm so full of hate,
'cept when I'm with my mates.
I'm so full of hate,
livin' in the garden state.
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Pig Roast
02:06
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I'm out on the street, you're looking for some kids to beat.
What better pick than me? Fuck, fuck, fuck police.
We hate you,
you hate us,
fuck the police,
we hate you,
you hate us.
I'm out on the street, you're looking for some kids to beat.
What better pick than me? Fuck, fuck, fuck police.
dark hair and dark skin, you know it's my only sin.
don't wait for me to tell you, how much trouble I've been in.
We hate you,
you hate us,
fuck the police,
we hate you,
you hate us.
I'm out of rope, I'm out of hope, I'm out of time.
Pigs are the ones out in the street comittin' the crimes.
Prison industrial complex is runnin' our lives.
I'm out roastin' pigs,
burnin' cars,
flames real big.
no way for me,
I'm just a sand nig.
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East Coast Realism
02:09
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everything I've seen is too damn much for me.
they've ignored our please, whites took all the streets.
live another day, dyin' for a dollar.
doin' my thing, you know I live in squalor.
can't you see?
you've displaced me.
Things have really changed, my speech must seem so strange.
No good spots to spange, they've locked up the deranged.
live another day, dyin' for a dollar.
doin' my thing, you know I live in squalor.
can't you see?
you've displaced me.
dope dealers takin' all my loved ones from me,
Trump's brownshirts are keepin' me from bein' free.
dope dealers takin' all my loved ones from me,
west coast palm trees and sunsets mean nothing to me.
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4. |
Derby Days
02:35
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our lads arrivin' on the train,
come to scatter bourgeois brains.
lasses breakin' all the laws,
their patriarchal supportership's flawed.
it's derby day,
come to see the red and white play.
we'll drink through the night,
and go home after the fights.
PATH is shakin' off the rails,
we sing our songs over (their) fascist hails!
can't see the pitch in a venue for baseball,
come see the match at our footie cathedral.
it's derby day,
come to see the red and white play.
someone's gonna have to pay,
your boys will get flayed!
GET FUCKED
it's derby day,
come to see the red and white play,
someone's gonna have to pay,
your boys will get flayed!
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5. |
Anxious Mess
00:54
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I am an anxious mess,
but you look so lovely in your dress.
Now I'm livin' in this hell,
can't forget your godly smell.
Buried under piles of stress,
life's an awkward fuckin' mess.
I will die in this old hell,
can't complain I know it well.
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6. |
Ghetto Skins
01:23
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Out at the bar and we're feelin' alright,
what better way to spend a summer night?
Drunk with my boys and gettin' in fights,
we're products of the urban blight.
Writings on the walls,
burners on the streets,
we will fight them all,
you know we can't be beat.
At times I'm unpredictable,
walkin' down the street.
We have never been beat.
Our thirst for blood insatiable,
out for prey like meat.
We will never be beat.
Writings on the walls,
burners on the streets,
we will fight them all,
you know we can't be beat.
Piss the white folks off,
no we won't get caught.
Can't commit no sins,
we're the ghetto skins.
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Working Class Transplant
03:02
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ain't no cash in academia,
what's an egghead to do?
worked all day on gang today,
have a couple of brews
he's gonna be the one that writes the books
when he's choppin' up ice with hooks,
he's gonna be the one that gets the checks,
with his nose buried in texts,
and you will never understand
the things the union's got planned
working class transplant, fights for those who can't!
you will finally see
working class transplant, he's our working man!
what he's meant to be
ain't one to trust the fuckin media
that shit ain't true
worked all day on gang today
he's got nothing to prove.
he's gonna be the one that writes the books
when he's choppin' up ice with hooks,
he's gonna be the one to get the checks,
with his nose buried in texts.
and you will never understand
the things the union's got planned
working class transplant, fights for those who can't!
you will finally see
working class transplant, he's our working man!
what he's meant to be
working class transplant ad nauseum
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8. |
Get Dusted
02:22
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you can do what you wanna do,
doesn't matter if what you say is true.
drag me down for a lie
surefire way to fuckin' die.
it's just me and my crew,
when are you gonna get a clue?
victory is mine,
all your whining is a waste of time!
victory is mine,
fuckin' you up feels so sublime!
victory is mine!
you can say what you wanna say,
doesn't mean you ain't fuckin lame
drag me down for a lie,
surefire way to fuckin' die.
it's just me and my crew,
what are you gonna fuckin' do?
victory is mine,
all your whining is a waste of time!
victory is mine,
fuckin' you up feels so sublime!
victory is mine!
to all the ones that have done us wrong
get dusted
your time out here, it won't last long
get dusted
you're gonna get what you deserve
get dusted
skinhead justice will be served.
get dusted.
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Marginalize Me
02:36
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got a problem? say it to me.
that's the way it's gotta be!
want a problem, say it to me.
that's the way it's gonna be.
always spreading rumors
got no sense of humor
just a dumb consumer,
marginalize me now
dance around the answers
like a fuckin cancer
no regard for those you've slandered
marginalize me now
marginalize me at work
marginalize me you jerk
marginalize me at shows
yeah, you marginalize me you know
always spreading rumors
got no sense of humor
you're like a fuckin' tumor
marginalize me now
dance around the answers
no regard for those you've slandered,
I'm makin' my own standards
marginalize me now
marginalized, marginalized
no one's in love with my slanty brown eyes
marginalized, marginalized,
no one's in love with my ugly brown eyes, go
oi oi motherfuckazzz
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Brunswick Boot Boys
01:38
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walkin' thru the city that was once our home,
lookin' my by side now: I am all alone.
Can't you 'member all those good times?
Can't you forgive all of my crimes?
Can't you 'member all those good times?
Can't you see that I'm dyin'?
They're the ones that'll pick me up
when it's all about to blow up.
My boot boys'll drive me home,
when I feel I'm alone.
When I realize you ain't there, boot boys and I go everywhere.
Now I can't even take my life, boot boys have gone and took my knife.
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11. |
Brunswick Breakout
02:09
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