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Dropkick Murphys - Ten Years of Service


The status of our future in both past and present time, is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine. To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999

Chorus: Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line, 10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time. And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell -

Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine. Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell. What goes around will come around and you'll know our pain too well.



Dropkick Murphys Blood And Whiskey

Urban legend and American folklore, Tells of a man who was one of a kind
A sure gent with a flair for fashion, prone to violence at any time
A legendary hooligan with a thirst for blood and a taste for booze
This brave and daring brutal soul, he lived and fought by his own rules

Shake the hand that shook the world

Shoe-shine boy to champion, he'd fought and beaten many foes
His calling card was a kick to the groin, and a broken bottle to the bridge of the nose
He aimed to kill when he took to the ring, this Boston strong boy loved to fight
On more than one occasion, a bout was stopped to save an opponents life

Shake the hand that shook the world
For Blood and Whiskey with a bare knuckled fist


Dropkick Murphys Boston Asphalt

Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them
Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men
With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss
Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships
From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard
Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C.

Intelligent, Respectable, But made of modest means
With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams
Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land
Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man


Dropkick Murphys Curse Of A Fallen Soul

Another wake, another time, a premature goodbye
Ive watched you grow and Ive seen you pass
I always knew it wouldnt last
Together now we mourn the loss and remember all the fun
Well drink the beer and hangout where death took another son
So all for one and one for all do we ever wonder why
Though reasons clear, this friend so dear was taken before his time

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man
With a toast that tells of a love you never shared
So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved
Raise your glass and sing the praise of a fallen soul

Many bow their heads for this man they knew so well
With solemn thoughts they drink and drug for a resurrection
(Facing death you fear no danger)
While Mothers shed their tears through a veil of desperation
These fiends of vicious breed raise holy hell


How many times can fate be chanced, the dice be rolled
Is their no path of least resistance for the bold
(Never sought and rarely taken)
Shocked and dismayed at how it stole his life
When this fateful course of action takes its toll

-CHORUS- (x2)

Now lets all gather round in our costume suits and ties
Telling now this soul was a source of inspiration
(Love him now, he lives no longer)
But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back
On this friend who never found the righteous path