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viernes, 7 de mayo de 2010

The Prowlers - "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... "

The Prowlers, "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... " CD (2000) MadButcher Records.








TONIGHT, TONIGHT

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll drink our beer
We'll feel no fear

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing along

Standing proud
Beer in our hand
We are loud
The pub is our land
We'll smash your rave
We'll put you in your grave

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing this song

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll have no fear
Drink our beer

(Estribillo)


WE COME OUT FIRST

On the streets you think we're scum
In your heart you think we're bums
We work hard, we have our fun
Fuck with us and you are done

(Estribillo)

In your eyes we are the worst
We're Working Class - We come out first

Back at home you live a lie
You hate yourself, you don't know why
You three piece suit won't get you buy
You drink alone, you wish you'd die
(Estribillo)


WE WON’T BACK DOWN

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

The streets is where you don't belong
Get out of my face, back to mommy's home
You're out to prove yourself tonight
But you'll end up with broken bones - Oi!
There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

Lalalala ... Oi! Oi! Oi!
Lalalala ...


WE’RE TAKING BACK THE PUBS

We're banned from every pub and bar
We got nowhere to go
It's time that we all take a stand
And let everybody know
We're gonna take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!
(Estribillo)

We're taking back the pubs
We'll never let them win
And if we see them on the streets
You know we'll do them in
The city belongs to us
We want to take it back
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks
We'll take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!
(Estribillo)
... Oi! Oi! Oi!
The city belongs to us
We want to take it back - take it back!
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks
... For your pointless attacks


JOE HAWKINS (*The Oppressed cover)

See him walking down the street
Doctor Martens on his feet
Levi jeans, ben sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you'll get hurt

He's a skinhead and he don't care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He's a skinhead and he don't care about you

Walking down on the brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Crunch of bone as boots go in
Joe's so proud to be a skin

Prison couldn't change his ways
Skinhead's back he's here to stay
So if you think you've got the suss
Be a skinhead be like us

He's the king, king of the skins
Whats his name? Joe Hawkins

LOST CAUSE

You used to be a friend of mine
Now you haven't got the time
You're too afraid to walk the streets
Good friends you had so close and near
Now you live your life in fear
You crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed

(Estribillo)

It's easy but baby don't you see
You gotta stop blaming society
Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for
You burned your bridges way too fast
Your two timing ain't gonna last
You need to stand on your own feet
Your precious pride is falsified
You've been taken for a ride
It's all a bunch of fucking lies
(Estribillo)
Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for


IN MEMORIES

Walk on soldier, we will never forget you ...
Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)

Remembrance day was made for them
You showing respect, that's what we expect
They didn't know why they went to fight
But they did it with pride
They gave heart for a stupid war
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)
Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)

EASY TARGET

Here come the cops, let's get outta here ...
Young punks hanging on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target
(Estribillo)

Kids on the streets won't have a chance
They're just trying to survive
Those pigs like to smash their hopes
- Easy target, he's a target - Oi!
You get off with your authority
- Easy target, he's a target
Watch your back, don't fuck with me
- Easy target, he's a target
Down at the station no-one sees
Locked away from society
Fists and bats you'll soon understand
- Easy target, he's a target
Young punks haning on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target
(Estribillo)


SMASH THEM UP

In this city all I see
Is brain dead hippies on the street
... They're on the street (x2)
Telling me how to be
Those posers we love to beat
... We love to beat (x2)
(Estribillo)
Smash them up
Don't give a fuck
We can't wait to beat you up - Oh yeah!
Your ugly face just makes me sick
You play the poor when you know you're rich
... You know you're rich (x2)
Don't ask me for a cent
Cause your welfare check is already spent
... Already spent (x2)
(Estribillo)
... What you gonna do?!


NEW BREED

I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets
(Estribillo)
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come, walk on with us
Everyone goes through this
Why don't we give a chance
To all those Working Class kids
That are proud of what they are
Just come and put on your boots,
Come with us, join the parade
(Estribillo)
I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets
(Estribillo)
... Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
... Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer


HARD TIMES

Hard times have come and hard times have gone
But we survived and that's what made us strong
We wouldn't want to live any other way

Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the future, we're the past
We're sons and daughters of the Working Class
Don't need no money to feel like we belong
... So, Skinheads remember
(Estribillo)
We are the ones you love to hate
The ones you wish that would be dead
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong
... So, Skinheads remember
(Estribillo)
... It's the life of the Skins
... No matter where you've been
... Black or white
... Now's the time
(Estribillo)
Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong


DRUNKEN SKINHEAD

(*Drunken Sailor, tradicional see song cover)

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