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Combat Crisis - Game Day
02:33
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Lyrics:
So lets go fucking mental
Lets go fucking mental
Na na na - Na na na
GO!
Lets get to the pitch, we’ll grab some pints,
the taste of their blood is all we want.
We’re foaming at the mouth
And we hear the screams and shouts
We are insane with rage for the win
So lets go fucking mental!
We’re rough and we’re rowdy
We’re never giving up
No matter what the outcome may be
Because we’re tough and true
We’re for the gold and blue
We are fearless and here for victory
So lets go fucking mental!
It’s game day, the Union way!
All the hooligans are to play
Its game the Union way!
The gold and blue are out to play
So lets go fucking mental
lets go fucking mental
Na na na - Na na na
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Lyrics:
We drink rum like its beer,
Thats by the bottle.
We like sports way too much,
Thats our favorite motto.
Pirate drunk and casual dress,
Heading out to impress.
Walk is staggered, sight is straight,
Trouble is tonights date.
Just the start not gonna stop,
Fill the pints to the top.
Talk and dream of winning the cup.
Fill your faces, gather ‘round,
Not leaving til we shut it down.
Never lost cause this is where I’m found.
Shots in Monster, shots in pints,
Thats how we fight.
Hope your livers rested up,
We’re not going light.
Pirate drunk and casual dress
Heading out to impress
Walk is staggered, sight is straight.
Trouble is tonights date.
Just the start not gonna stop,
Fill the pints to the top.
Talk and dream of winning the cup.
Fill your faces, gather ‘round,
Not leaving til we shut it down.
Never lost cause this is where I’m found.
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Lyrics:
He’s got something on the top of his head its not moving I think its dead
What is that thing
Out in public he earns stares doesn’t give a fuck if anyone cares
Who does he think he is
Mohican
Doesn’t give a fuck
Mohican
When he outta luck
Mohican
Yeah he gonna die
Mohican
When all they do is lie
Has bad luck with getting a job but it doesn’t matter how much hes got
Cause he drinks beer for free
Mohican does what hes gotta do even though they disapprove
Hes proud of who he is
(Chorus)
Proud of looking the way he wants doesn’t get mad over stupid cunts
They don’t fuck with who he is
Mohican does what hes gotta do even though they disapprove
Hes proud of who he is
(Chorus) x2
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4. |
Wayward Ones - Class War
02:13
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The Dolts - Time Travel
01:25
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Video Massacre - C.H.U.D
00:42
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Lyrics:
IN THE SEWER IS A MUTATION
CAUSED BY TOXIC CONTAMINATION
LURKING DOWN BENEATH THE STREETS
THEY'RE COMING UP CAUSE THEY WANT TO EAT
CANNIBALISTIC
HUMANOID
UNDERGROUND
DWELLERS
THE CITIZENS ARE FEELING THE FEAR
AS THEY SLOWLY DISAPPEAR
UNDER THE CITY OF OLD NEW YORK
THEY'RE NOT GONNA STAY DOWN THERE ANYMORE
CANNIBALISTIC
HUMANOID
UNDERGROUND
DWELLERS
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Posers - Nothing
02:10
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Lyrics:
You sit on your high-horse with your nose up at the world it gets you nothing!
A slave to NPR, you think your views are who you are, but you are nothing!
Pseudo-intellectual, you're so interesting.
But only to yourself!
You wanna change the world but not your attitude and therefore you are nothing!
Pretentiousness and passion are the downfall of your faction;
You learn nothing!
You've got big ambitions.
Bullshit politician.
Take your pompous, trendy, first-world, freshman year beliefs on life
and shove 'em up your ass!
You sit on your high-horse with your nose up at the world it gets you nothing!
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Lyrics:
What do I think? What do I feel?
Just stitch me up I want to heal,
I can't be tall, I'm a zero, but I wanna be strong...
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be bold I should get cold
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be numb I should get dumb
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be these things but I cant
But I can still recant.
I cant think clear, I cant feel sure.
You nailed me down, start the torture,
I can't be cool, I'm a weirdo, but I wanna be strong...
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be bold I should get cold
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be numb I should get dumb
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be these things but I cant
But I can still recant.
What do I think? What do I feel?
Just stitch me up I want to heal,
I can't be tall, I'm a zero, but I wanna be strong...
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be bold I should get cold
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be numb I should get dumb
I wanna be a hero! I know! I should be these things but I cant
But I can still recant.
A HERO!
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Lyrics:
WE'RE GOING NOWHERE FAST, LOOKING THROUGH THE PAST
WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD.
THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS A PUNCH CARD TICKET
AND WE BECOME THEIR SLAVES,
AND WE'LL NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
THAT, WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD.
HOLY WARS ARE GENOCIDE, THE 5TH AMERICAN PLAGUE
TAKE THESE WOUNDS, AND PAINT YOUR HANDS ALL 50..
SHADES OF RED!!
SYRIA AND EGYPT
LEBANON, IRAN,
LIBERIA, KOREA,
WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD!
BOSNIA & AFRICA
THE FUCK DID APPALACHIA GO?
ONLY BAM WILL EVER KNOW
AND WE'LL NEVER SEE THE DAY,
NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
THAT WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD.
HOLY WARS ARE GENOCIDE, THE 5TH AMERICAN PLAGUE
TAKE THESE WOUNDS, AND PAINT YOUR HANDS ALL 50..
SHADES OF RED!!
WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD!
NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD!
SYRIA AND EGYPT
LEBANON, IRAN,
LIBERIA, KOREA,
WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD!
BOSNIA & AFRICA
THE FUCK DID APPALACHIA GO?
ONLY BAM WILL EVER KNOW
WE'LL NEVER SEE THE DAY,
NEVER SEE THE DAY
NEVER SEE THE DAY
THAT WE'RE THE IRAQI DEAD.
HOLY WARS ARE GENOCIDE, THE 5TH AMERICAN PLAGUE
TAKE THESE WOUNDS, AND PAINT YOUR HANDS ALL 50..
SHADES OF RED!!
SHADES OF RED!!
SHADES OF RED!!
SHADES OF RED!!
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Lyrics:
Delusional and arrogant
Stomping your foot demanding attentions
But your wars are never done.
There is a congregation of marching lambs,
and you're convinced that you're their fearless leader
But you are far from one.
And you'll push and pull to get ahead,
bulldozing anyone that is in your way.
Well times have changed!
No longer will you justify treating people this way.
Times have changed!
No longer will you control the soft speakers,
Preying on their weakness.
I can see right through your windows
And I've been watching you for a log time.
I know all your dirty secrets.
I know everything you don't want us to know.
Well, times have changed!
No longer will you justify treating people this way.
Times have changed!
No longer will you control the soft speakers,
preying on their weakness."
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Class War Brigade Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Class War Brigade is a series of monthly compilation records focused on highlighting Punk Rock bands of the Philadelphia area & its surrounding states. Organized by Lou “Mongo” Mongelluzzo, Co-owner of Class War Productions, Lead Engineer for Class War Records, and Jesse Tucci, head of booking and networking. For more information contact Lou at classwarbrigade@gmail.com ... more
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