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Red Card
02:28
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At the pub on a Friday night
I spot this little cutie at the bar
She’s definitely the kind I like
So I mosey up just like a superstar
Play it cool yet quite polite
Confident and plus I’m oozing charm
"I’ll buy a drink girl. What you like?"
And that’s when she goes reaching for her...
Red Card
What did I do? I’m just trying to talk to you
Red Card
What did I say? Why must I leave the field of play
Red Card
What did I try? Why am I being disqualified
Red Card
You’re being harsh. Just got here and I’m being sent off
I’m trying to be smooth and yet
Somehow she sees me as sort of lame
No need to be rude my pet
Just trying to get to know your name
See you like to play hard to get
Been around the block I know your game
I say we start fresh
And that’s when she goes reaching for her...
Red Card (Chorus)
Are you like this on a date
You look at me like that will never be
Just trying to conversate
Have some drinks and see just where it leads
You’re giving me a ton of hate
My heart ruptured and you say let it bleed
What’s your number? Let’s talk again
And that’s when she goes reaching for her...
Red Card (Chorus)
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2. |
Beer Stains
03:04
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Beer stains on my boots and a buzzing in my head
I'm not quite sure what I've done and I'm not sure what I said
But I'm in the doghouse once again, fact is I don't care
Cause when the gang goes down the pub, they know that I'll be there
Gooners on the town
We'll paint it red then burn it down
Close every bar and then
Next weekend do it all again
Beer stains on my shirt in a pile on the floor
This old kit’s seen some wild times and she’s bound to see some more
Torn and tattered, full of burns and holes I can’t explain
I know I should retire her, but she knows I can’t abstain
Chorus
Beer stains on my buddy, passed out in my tub
He made some brand new good old days drinking whiskey in the pub
But Monday morning’s coming soon, responsibilities
We’ll drink again this next weekend but drinking isn’t free
Beer stains on my boots
Beer stains on my boots
Beer stains on my boots
Beer stains on my boots
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3. |
Hope
02:17
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Hope lost her lease last week
So she’s gotta’ find a place to stay
Classifieds and rental guides
Won’t help her find her way
She’d stay with family, she’d stay with friends
But they’re all getting kicked out, too
Hope’s gotta’ find a brand new job
And jump in the welfare queue
The new neighbors complain about the noise
Hope makes on her way out
She wanders about aimlessly
As her troubles start to mount
Her tears flow like bitter rain
As she wanders through the streets
He heart broke, her eyes cast down
She staggers in defeat
‘Cos colored folk don’t come out any more
And they feel feared when they do
Natives become strangers in their land
And their homes are missing, too
The jobs all went to overseas
But the jobless can’t pay the rent
The ‘hood turns into suburbia
Where the new-rich spend and spend
The shelters are all overcrowded
And the wages stay too low
The church doors close for the final time
Hope says it’s time to go
She takes the train to who knows where
All her memories in her hands
The Devil licks his lips and sneers
Hope has now left these lands.
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4. |
The Ugly Bunch
03:42
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They use my face as a mask for Halloween
Freddy Kreuger's scared to haunt my dreams
Jamie's so ugly they call him The Missing Link
He's one chromosome short of a human being
We…are…the ugly bunch
Faces only a mother could love
We…are…the ugly bunch
Drink as much as you like, it won't be enough
We're gross, disgusting and smelly
We are the ugly bunch
Our phones refuse to take selfies
We are the ugly bunch
Here is Austin. Can't find an uglier guy
When he was born the doctor cried out ‘Why?!?!’
I hope the drum kit is blocking DJ's face
We keep him in the back so the crowd won't run away
Chorus
U, G, L, Y. Viewer discretion advised
Like Medusa, our faces paralyze
Don't stare too long, it will damage ya
We can't even get a date from a calendar
Out gruesome mugs will hurt your soul
We're the poster children for birth control
Ain't no knockouts here. More like a donkey punch
Ladies and gentlemen, we are the ugly bunch!
We are the ugly bunch (4x)
Justin's so ugly, he gets his own verse
Face so scary he has to sneak up on mirrors
His wife thought he had money when she married him
Thank God she's Catholic and divorce is a sin
Chorus
U..G..L..Y, U..G..L..Y, U..G..L..Y
The ugly bunch is here tonight
U..G..L..Y,U..G..L..Y,.U..G..L..Y
The ugly bunch is here tonight
The ugly bunch is here tonight
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Guns Don't Run New York, New York
Street punk band based out of NYC. Heavily influenced by football and booze while playing tribute to HC roots.
Ron - Vocals;
Jamie - Lead Guitar;
Austin - Guitar;
Justin - Bass;
DJ - Drums
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