hell A bloody war on the boardwalk And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell [Chorus:] Micky It's a warrior's code Micky He's got the warrior's soul
hell A bloody war on the boardwalk And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell [Chorus:] Micky It's a warrior's code Micky He's got the warrior's soul [
I'm a sailor peg And I've lost my leg I've climbed up the top sails I've lost my leg I'm shipping up to Boston I'm shipping up to Boston I'm shipping
Maureen's out on the street again Didn't get the job 'cause she missed her appointment She don't know if the kids are fed They've got holes in their shoes
We are the ones who will never be broken We are the ones who survive This is the sound that brings us together You are the one by our side CHORUS: And
Well it's all gone to hell now, the wimps have gangs. Pop-punk tough guys, neck tattoos. If you guys are hard, then I'd rather be soft. Man, I gotta find
DROPKICK MURPHYS LYRICS "Last Letter Home" Hello there my dearest love Today I write to you about our sons The boys start school today They're the spitting
The greats come alive, the water's on fire Have I been to this place before Yeah we danced through the night as the flames burned bright And the patrons
He came from nothing, they tried them all You gotta live low before you see them fall Always a loser, he lost his shine They had no idea what kept the
hell A bloody war on the boardwalk And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell CHORUS: Micky It's a warrior's code Micky He's got the warrior's soul
Dropkick Murphys - CAPTAIN KELLY'S KITCHEN (COURTIN' IN THE KITCHEN) Come single guy and gal unto me pay attention Don't ever fall in love It's the devil
A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squeeling In my prison cell To begin the morning The WARDEN BAWLING "Get up out of bed, boy!
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Oh how do you do, young Willie McBride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while in the warm summer sun? I've been walking
Yeah, me and my girl we're acting up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's