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!

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 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

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

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!

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

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!

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?

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

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?

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...

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!

Lost Boys Calling Roger Waters

Come hold me now I am not gone I would not leave you here alone In this dead calm beneath the waves I can still hear those lost boys calling You could not speak You were afraid To take the risk of being

Towers Of Faith Roger Waters

Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith The prophet reclined On the Golan Heights Ohhh, the lonely boys He said, this land is my land To the

Bring The Boys Back Home Roger Waters

"Bring the boys back home. Bring the boys back home. Don't leave the children on their own, no, no. Bring the boys back home. ""Wrong! Do it again!"" ""Time to go!"" ""Are you feeling okay?""

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

You'll See Various Artists

[BENNY] The rent [MARK] You're wasting your time [ROGER] We're broke [MARK] And you broke your word -- this is absurd [BENNY] There is one way you won't have to pay [ROGER

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

Welcome To The Machine Roger Waters

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.

London Town - C'Mon Down Roger Taylor

We got it down, we got it down We got it down, in London Town Dig this and dig that Dig the thin and dig the fat Dig the boys and dig the girls Dig the straights and dig the curls Dig the future dig the

Without You Adam Pascal, Rosario Dawson

Mimi Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, The children play.

Without You (Album Version) Rent Soundtrack

Mimi Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, The children play.

No More Fun Roger Taylor

From the "stairway to heaven" to "the laughing gnome" It's a mighty long way down rock and roll We got no more, no more fun Age before beauty, pearls before swine And whatever happened to the wild, wild

Late Home Tonight, Part II Roger Waters

Hark the wire service sing Clear the satellite link Check the fax machine Hold the lead story boys There's some great pictures coming in <Interlude> Now the pilot's heartbeat slows Palms

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 ?

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

Bravery Of Being Out Of Range Roger Waters

on the range You opened the suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort, a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind

The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range Roger Waters

range You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind

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