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Drinking Class
04:21
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As just I wake up in the morning ,
I’ve got things to do
I’ll drink some beer, drink some vodka,
All my life is the same old truth
Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no family and all I say
“I’ve fucked up you and your society”
In the pubs you can meet us
Here we are we are drinking class
Come on take a drink with us
Here we are we are drinking class
Mates are calling me we have got a plans
It’s our life
and we are true till death )
Every day and every hour
Drinking Class we are drunken power
You should better not to mess with us
We’ve got no brains we’ve got empty glasses
We’ve fucked up law and this society,
Drinking Class that’s our mentality
Don’t waste your time
Start it today!
Choose your only one and holy way!
Join us
As did the Jesus
We’ll save your soul with a pint of Guinness
We’ll make you higher
We’ll make you stronger
Don’t got no doubts any longer
You’ve got to join us!
You’ve got to join us!
You are welcome to the Drinking Class
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S.H.A.S.H.
03:04
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You want to be a skinhead and you don’t want to lose,
You want to be tough but you don’t know what to choose.
It’s a great difference - right wing or left,
And what is better Nazis or Reds.
Stop flouncing dude, do it our way
Skinheads versus Skinheads - what a funny game!
If you want to be a Skinhead you’ll have to be S.H.A.S.H.
You like skinhead reggae but I prefer Oi!
So I hate you and I gonna destroy you!
Different braces, different thoughts,
Different laces, different shoes.
We gonna smash your face, you will stay on your knees
Just cause you like Grolsh while we like Guinness!
Skinheads against Skinheads
Skinheads! SHASH!
Skinheads against Skinheads
If you want to be a Skinhead you’ll have to be S.H.A.S.H.
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Liberta!
03:57
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Puerco unido bastardo capitalisto
viva le revolucion!
NOSINAZDOROVIE!
Publicisto broke the mind of the kids
Every skinhead hate the fucking police
We'll destroy this bastardo esta
Baricado, baricado liberta
liberta - baricado liberta
Animale liberacion
Every monkey must have a home
Every skinhead must have a fight
Every people must have a right
Liberta - must have a right
This song is dedicated to all the shity governments
it's against tolerance and justice
now go fuck yourself motherfuker!
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5. |
One More Beer
03:17
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6. |
Teddy Boy
02:04
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When Teddy was a little boy, he’d once decided to leave his home.
His father was a gambler and his mother was a slut.
He took his bag and chattels and he’d left his native village
To follow the way of his lifeline.
When he was just fifteen, at one of dirty pubs
He met the girl named Mary, and Teddy felt in love.
She was really pretty, she looked into his eyes
And asked him to stay for a night.
A couple years later a little boy was born,
They called him Little Teddy, strong and healthy he was grown.
His father was a mason and his mother worked in pub
And everything was clear till the shit comes up.
Once Teddy Elder came to Mary’s pub.
He saw a sailor there with Mary in his arms,
And since that day he was drinking, drinking all the way
And things could never be the same.
Little Teddy couldn’t take it anymore
Then he decides to leave his father’s home.
He took his bag and chattels and left his native village
To follow the way of his lifeline.
The moral of the story is easy to explain:
Your life is running faster and takes its own way,
If your father is a gambler and your mother is a slut
You’ll have to search your way on a lifeline.
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Утренний Город
02:14
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Утренний город лучами встречает.
Кто-то уже встал, а кто-то все бухает.
Пойду домой на встречу с постелью,
Желание спать становится сильнее.
Но я выше этого, я выпью ещё.
Пусть завтра будет плохо, но сейчас хорошо.
Последняя палатка на пути домой -
Вместо «спасибо» говорю Oi!
Последняя бутылка-контрольный выстрел.
Мне трудно идти, или стоять на месте.
Но всё же я дойду, ведь дома одеяло,
Мягкая подушка и томик Цзедун Мао!
Вот я встаю, и вечер не клеится.
Башка трещит, но куда ж ты денешься.
Риторический вопрос - зачем столько пил вчера?!
Больше я не буду пить с ночи до утра!
Где все сигареты, где все деньги?!
И с кем вчера подрался, ведь под глазом феник?!
Рваные джинсы, чьи-то женские трусы…
Ладно, хуй бы с ним, смотрю на часы.
Телефонный звонок: «Привет, как дела?
Пойдёшь на улицу?» - А что, уже пора?
И правда - пора, пойдем попьём пивка.
Опять, бля, придется пить с ночи до утра.
Oi!Oi!Oi! После пива так трудно идти домой.
Oi!Oi!Oi! Лучше бы не брали ещё по одной.
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The Invaders!
02:35
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9. |
Moscow Belongs To Me
02:46
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Years of being told you ain't as good as us
Join the line, sign your name
And they all said that our country's going bust
But no-one's fooling us again
Moscow belong's to me
A city's pride the dirty water on the rivers
No one can take away our memory
Oh Oh, England belongs to me
We'll show the world that the boys are back to stay
And you all know what we can do
Heads held high, fighting all the way
For the red, white, and blue
Москва всегда со мной и сердце бьется в ритме твоих улиц
И Где бы ни был в столице я душой. Москва всегда будет со мной
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10. |
Skinhead Rock-N-Roll '09
02:25
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11. |
Cheers To Oi!
03:22
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Cheers to OI!
Lots of smiles and loud voices, boys and birds here at the Oi!oi! gig.
Let’s dance tonight to the music without fights!
Cheers to oi! Cheers to beer! Put on braces
And now listen to the sounds of the Bystreet,
Grab your ass and move your feet.
Cheers to OI! Cheers to beer! Cheers to you ‘cause you are here!
Get all together down the stage! We don’t care what’s your age!
What’s the color of your skin! Cheer to Oi! And we will win!
Drunken skinheads, drunken punx! Here we are all as one.
Drinkin’, dancing, havin’ fun!
Cheers to OI! And cheers to us!
Cheers to OI!Cheers to beer! Cheers to you cause you are here!
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