boovidge wrote:Can you post up some lyrics Martin?
I'll give it ago... I don't have them on this PC but I reckon I'll be able to get them from the songs. Don't blame me if they're wrong, GOD!!!
SaltergateIt's become a fatal addiction
Fatal to him
Fatal to that twat on the floor
- The one I'm kicking in
His face is split all over his shirt
At the hands of the tribe
You support the wrong fucking team, mate
We're from the terraces of Saltergate
Freezing shit in the cold on a Wednesday night
We're down South in Northampton, looking for a fight
You might call us thugs, but we're just care free
And it's the same wherever we may be
Unity stands
The Blue Army in the cop
Ripping your name to shreds
We're a wall of a thousand dogs
Light up the sky
Sing up for the rabid lads tonight
Tension is here
And the carnage after dark will be a sight
So join the queue
Line up for dismal dejection
As you stand in embodiment
Melding with the rust and the rain
It's the ground of abdication
Where you wouldn't believe
The kind of magnification
Felt for the field of screams
Shallow feelings for a foe as we join in line
A pack of eyes open wide - so chilling every time
You might call us thugs, but we're just care free
And it's the same wherever we may be
Isle of DogsAges old and long expired
The Albion has had its wake
Shrouded in its 'British charm'
That got us in this state
That's enough, I've had enough
Of your smarm and self-importance
And now you gasp as truth plays out
And foreign 'mongrels'...
Embrace the green hills of the isle
As caucasians stew in denial
Don't let me hear you complain
It's your fault we live in disdain
Homicide, this is street life
In the public eye - it's a bloody decline
And middle class nu-toffery
Is becoming...
A contagious theme in your eyes
Invading the air like flies
Here, no guilt shall be felt
'cause we're English: above all else
Protestation is a headache
Vowing to bely the shame
A domestic common headache
Is to distribute the blame
Welcome to the Isle of Dogs
Irreversible and grey beyond control
We have to live in this Isle of Dogs
Suffering the empty British soul
Don't burden me with your whining
You're a waste of my time
Welcome to the Isle of Dogs
Irreversible and grey beyond control
We have to live in this Isle of Dogs
Suffering the empty British soul
Ranting on about your issues solves only one thing
- you're diagnosed a common king
Don't denounce the 'native pure' and those with 'right of way'
- the order of the leeching cries
Incite and suffer all you like, it breeds a healthy tone
- nothing to silence the drone
Cauterise the vein of people trying to atone
- with no legs they don't walk alone
The underdog maintains its pride in the face of snarling mouths
- the barking doesn't seem so loud
Straight away you soon decide that they don't have 'right of way'
- but every dog will have its day