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Just Us Roger Miret & The Disasters > Spring of '81 - Summer '82 Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you? Fall of '83 - Winter '84 Infiltrated us, tried to take it all Where were you when I had no bed? The Boys Roger Miret & The Disasters > We're the boys of the bowery, the voice of the pissed-Hey! Rock'n'roll warriors stomping the streets Working class pride and loyalty Injustice! Lower East Side Roger Miret & The Disasters Fucking weakened to the media's blow Is this the truce we said we'd die for? New York Belongs To Me Roger Miret & The Disasters Years of being told you ain't as good as us Join the line and sign your name And they said that our city's going bust But no-one's fooling us again ChorusNew York belongs to me A city's pride the dirty 1984 Roger Miret & The Disasters In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore! In the day we sweat it out For the love of the Lower East side With our gangs Street fights! 1984! Turncoat Roger Miret & The Disasters You fucking twoface Days ago you walked along with us, on our side, fought our fights So deny your past, spit on us, stab our backs and laugh as we bleed? Turncoat! You fucking two face Turncoat! Smash It Up Roger Miret & The Disasters > Gonna smash bottles all over the street Gonna cause a threat on society! Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up Gonna run wild gonna smash it up! It's Alright Roger Miret & The Disasters Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and leather jacket Billy's on his way, say's he's gonna burn the state Gonna burn 'em down - Give 'em The Boot Roger Miret & The Disasters Chaos on the streets What a price to pay for glory Loud, proud, and punk Just another East Side Story 1 to start the fight 3 to do it right Bottle to the head Boot between the eyes The story of my life Run Johnny Run Roger Miret & The Disasters > Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Radio, Radio Roger Miret & The Disasters > What's that playing on the radio? Look At Me Roger Miret & The Disasters > I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting Seems to me I'm always in the blame Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed I fight the law you turn away, are you listening to Riot, Riot, Riot Roger Miret & The Disasters C'mon let's go (x3) Just today like any other day Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say? Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say Who's to accuse for all this fucking mess? Boys Will Be Boys Roger Miret & The Disasters > A riot boy I just don't give a shit Wasting your time I ain't listening PC punks fuck off! New York City Roger Miret & The Disasters remember her dark alleyways Where we learned how to fight And we learned to be brave We played handball all day and kissed girls at night Fought off rival gangs How we were so alive I grew older and watched the Breakaway Roger Miret & The Disasters Don't wanna know you Thoughts of you just make me sick! Gotta breakaway, gotta breakaway Gotta, gotta, gotta breakaway! You make me sick! Hooligans Roger Miret & The Disasters county jail I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face Pre-chorusTo tell the Gal Friend Roger Miret & The Disasters > You're the greatest gal this boys ever had Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you A fool would I be to lose you A quarter to four and I haven't Screw You Roger Miret & The Disasters > Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head Nobody to answer to No rules to compromise Gonna do what I wanna do Nate Punch The Clock Roger Miret & The Disasters Here's the joke the last laugh's on me 9 seconds remaining, tick-tock, tick-tock 987654321... fuck you! Getting tired of punching the clock What's the point for what career? Shot Stabbed And Fooled Roger Miret & The Disasters You say you want a revolution Lace up your boots, Let's hit the streets You talk the talk--Oi! C'mon and walk the walk! Loud and Proud Roger Miret & The Disasters Breaking glass in the burning nights No, it's not an illusion Figure it out, man! Can you shout! Viva la revolution! Kill For Cash Roger Miret & The Disasters Terrorist kill in the name of God Is this the same God we learn to trust? Who shall we blame for all the hate today? Is it the church or this fuckin' state? Terror warning red! Kill for cash! Kiss Kiss Kill Kill Roger Miret & The Disasters > Summer punks on Avenue B Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me Their gutter smell offends me Who made it cool to live in poverty? Janie Hawk Roger Miret & The Disasters There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B She walked in Street Rock N Roll Roger Miret & The Disasters Prison bound goin' staight to hell Another fight jailed another night Been cheated, been fooled--mama won't you pray for me Fast times, fast girls, fast cars Moving on always on the gateway Lights on? I Don't Like You Roger Miret & The Disasters Don't wanna be part of your order Wanna play in my street punk band Playing loud music Pissing off the latest fad I won't pretend to like you 'Cause I ain't no social fool I don't give a damn what you Walking Disasters The Wombats She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker, but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue I can tell you what I'd Sweet Disasters Hot Water Music So things are not the same Cut all loss and walk away What was said is done so independence comes and there is none the like No more lonely souls under changing leaves and no more weary wrecks Seeking Jolly Roger Adam & The Ants In days of old, when ships were bold Just like the men who sailed them And if they showed us disrespect We'd tie them up and flail them Often men of low degree And often men of steel They'd make you walk