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?

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!

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

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!

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

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?

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!

Lower East Side Roger Miret & The Disasters

Fucking weakened to the media's blow Is this the truce we said we'd die for?

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!

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

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?

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?

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

Boys Will Be Boys Roger Miret & The Disasters

Shove your fuckin dove Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face Boots and braces we're out again Drank a bit much don't give a damn Boys! Boys will be boys They will be boys... Oi! Oi!

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

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 -

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?

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

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

Screw You Roger Miret & The Disasters

> Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock bandFeeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my headNobody to answer toNo rules to compromiseGonna do what I wanna doNate...

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

Breakaway Roger Miret & The Disasters

> Don't wanna be with youDon't want, don't wanna know youYou can't believe it's trueIt's true I'm so over youI'm done giving to youThat's that, I'm so tired of your!Would you believe if I told y...

Turncoat Roger Miret & The Disasters

You fucking twoface...bite the hand that feeds you! You're nothing but a two face! Another leech of society Suck another dick! Kiss another ass!

Punch Drunk Uncle Tupelo

lost sight of ground never been so down nothing here to stand on it's a war-weary road another faceless tombstone nothing here to stand on I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a

Roger Frenzal Rhomb

I turn you on at 6 o'clock why is it that you're such a cock You smile and tell me that it's a good evening Then you put on that stupid frown talk about the bullshit going down It's hard to stop

Natural Disasters Propagandhi

When your parents left the house we would creep up to their room, to the drawer beside the bed. We would pull out the shining dildo. One side dink, the other side Jesus. Not hedonists. Not atheists.

Surviving Disasters Our Last Night

> Say farewell to the anchor this ship is sailing away this ship is sailing away say farewell to the anchor this ship is sailing away and as we watch the sky consume its remains we watch the sky consume

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

Miniature Disasters KT Tunstall

I don't want to be second best Don't want to stand in line Don't want to fall behind Don't want to get caught out Don't want to do without And the lesson I must learn Is that I've got to wait my

PUNCH 비에이피(B.A.P)

Yeah return to battle field Pay attention everybody Hey, my fellaz, take a look around Everyday strugglin\', ready to rumble Ay, ladies & gentleman Follow the leader, B.A.P!

PUNCH B.A.P

Make By Doramusic Yeah return to battle field Pay attention everybody Hey, my fellaz, take a look around Everyday strugglin , ready to rumble Ay, ladies & gentleman Follow the leader, B.A.P!

PUNCH B.A.P (비에이피)

Yeah return to battle field Pay attention everybody Hey, my fellaz, take a look around Everyday strugglin\', ready to rumble Ay, ladies & gentleman Follow the leader, B.A.P!

Julep Punch Brothers

I died happy in my sleep I died happy in my sleep Our children around and you looking down Heaven's a julep on the porch Heaven's a julep on the porch You and me rocking A grandfather clock is tick, tick

Future Management Roger Taylor

You'll find me I'm gonna invite you to try my machines Programme an offer you can't refuse I'm gonna invite you to share all my dreams recycle your thoughts I'll rewire your mind I'll punch

You Are Punch Brothers

About a year from now I wake up in the arms of who I want, Without the need to hide our nakedness in pure and holy thought, but rather blessing thrice the shutters never closed, the bed still made

Words ROGER

Oh my love, why don’t you say the words ? I’d be around if you would Oh my love, why can’t you say the words ?

Money (Explicit Ver.) Roger Waters

room I'm sorry, I'll read that again Welcome to the underworld And now, for tonight's main event The heavyweight Close swaddled in the cloying folds of fat The heavyweight, squats freak fearful on his

IDK ROGER

I don’t know when you’ll get to grow When you’ll be the one to sing this song I don’t know when you’ll walk alone When you’ll be the one to go on your own, on your own I don’t know if we’ll be home Cause

I Heard It Through The Grapevine Roger

Grapevine Grapevine Ooh, grapevine, ooh, grapevine Grapevine Ooh, grapevine, ooh, sho' 'nuff I need you Heard it through the grapevine I heard that you're gonna leave me, oh, I Oh, yeah, I heard that you're

Crazy One ROGER

For you I could kill someone The good the bad the queen Cause you’re a pretty one For you I could be anyone A duke a lord a king Cause you’re a special one Our love is gone Our love is gone Just try not

Jolly Roger Adam and the Ants

Jolly Roger 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

April (Feat. Stéphane Louvain) Roger

try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay My girl, nothing’s wrong as far as I can see But please, oh baby please, you don’t have to worry All my life, I know I drank a lot To remember the

Dreams And Disasters Owl City

after And you say, you say you wanna feel alive forever after And I, and I, and I say Follow the light through the dreams and disasters Follow the light to the edge and the after We wont turn around

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

Me or Him Roger Waters

You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot Draw on the walls, eat, get laid Back in the good old days Then some damn fool invents the wheel Listen