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DOORED!
01:37
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DOORED
Riding hard down Commonwealth, there’s no one in my path.
Took a right on Brighton Ave. and got handed my ass.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve been told, so take heed in what I say.
Broken teeth will ruin your week, but getting doored will end your days.
You’ve been DOORED, get off the floor…
Single gear fly’s through the air, impales you in the face.
Fucking door, I hit the floor – your rear views outer space.
When riding bikes in Boston, you heed this fucking song.
If you’ve got a greed for speed, your gonna bleed.
Look both ways, and Sing Along!
You’ve been DOORED, get off the floor…
Single gear fly’s through the air, impales you in the face.
Fucking door, I hit the floor – your rear views outer space.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve been told, so take heed in what I say.
Broken teeth will ruin your week, but getting doored will end your days.
When riding bikes in Boston, you heed this fucking song.
If you’ve got a greed for speed, your gonna bleed.
Look both ways, and Sing Along!
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2. |
By Your Side
03:21
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By Your Side
When the cards down, your right here by my side….
The worlds a mess, I’m feel’in depressed – got the devil on my shoulder.
I’ve made mistakes, but thems the breaks – these Boston nights keep getting colder.
We’ve fallen down, & got back up - When I think: friend, your all I see.
I must confess, my heads possessed – by the ghosts of what we used to be.
So I shave my head, and I start anew. I see everything clearly now, I know exactly what to do, to do, TO DO.
BY MY SIDE – We will fight the world!
BY MY SIDE – We’ll watch it crumble to the ground, and I’ll Stand.
BY YOUR SIDE – With loyalty and pride.
BY YOUR SIDE – Till the day we die.
Oi!
THE WORLDS A MESS! I’m feeling depressed – I’ve got a devil on my shoulder.
I’ve made mistakes, but thems the breaks – these Boston nights keep getting colder.
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3. |
Verbal Pollution
01:28
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Verbal Pollution
I’ve had enough of your bullshit; I’ve had it up to here.
Its time I made sure my intentions are clear.
You sit on your ass and bitch all day long.
That’s why we put you in this fucking song.
If your gonna talk shit, then come with solutions.
When you open up your mouth – VERBAL POLLUTION
I’ll be wearing my Ben Sherman in the sun
No room for: Hate, just music, friendship, and fun!
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4. |
Out Of Touch
03:10
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Out Of Touch
I’ve never felt so out of touch, sitting in my room drinking scotch.
My hands are covered in cuts; my clothes are covered in dust.
My boots are dirty brown; I walk around town wearing a frown.
Yea, we’ve been working hard, but it never gets us very far….
It never gets me…
We’ll be down hang’in at the bar - snorting lines, drinking PBR.
Everyone here knows our name, everyone hear is the same.
We work hard for our pay, we want a drink at the end of the day.
Yea, we’re the working class, and you know that we’ve here to stay.
We work hard for our pay, ‘want a drink at the end of the day.
We are the working class, you know that were here to…
We work hard for our pay, ‘want a drink at the end of the day.
We are the working class, we still - have something to say!
Were here to stay, were here stay…..
Were here to stay, something to say, you know were here to stay….
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5. |
Our Will Be Heard
02:38
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OUR WILL BE HEARD
Don’t want to live with anything.
Not gonna sing what you want me to sing.
For all the years gone by where I tried to be part of things.
“Just glad I realized what this really means to me”
Cut through the cheap talk of what they really want you to be.
Cuz I’ll – Never be part of that scene.
“Got my own mind, yea I got my own dreams”.
& I can’t pay attention any longer!
I stand in front of you / fist in the air / these are more than words…
OUR WILL BE HEARD !
Cuz I’ll – Never be part of that scene.
“I Got my own mind, yea I got my own dreams”.
Can’t pay attention any longer!
Cuz what doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger!
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6. |
Basement Brigade
03:19
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Basement Brigade!
Through this city, through this crowd / I hold my friends and sing out loud !
in the streets we’re standing strong and proud!
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Could this be music from my dreams? / leaking out between the seams…Oh so it seems….
That In secrete dirty basements, under Boston city streets – That’s where we’re gonna meet!
Cities, lofts, & backs of vans, just bring bottles, kegs, or cans – It’s all part of the plan.
So many shows, so many bands, so many people we call friends – they’ll be there till the end.
Cause we’ll be there / this is our crusade / The Basement Brigade!
Remember when friends and music mattered more? …Well, We Do!
Play me a song when I wake out of bed / That will let me know / the days gonna be alright.
Sing me a song where I know all the words /that will give us the strength to fight, FIGHT!, fight!
Through this city, through this crowd / I hold my friends & sing out loud!
In the streets, we’re standing strong & Proud!
Could this be music from my dreams? / leaking out between the seams…Oh so it seems….
Cause we’ll be there / this is our crusade / The Basement Brigade! – The Basement Brigade...
You - can’t - Stop - us - now….. We’ve got BOSTON behind US!
Basement Brigade!!!
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My Boots are Red
(‘Cause you’ve been bleeding)
…My boots are red, cause you’ve been bleeding out…
Chipped teeth, these streets – its coldness splits my skin.
Halo of fucking ashes, ring around my shaven head.
Blacked out, no doubt – you know were black and blue.
Are we screaming loud enough: for you?
We’re so fucking far from home, my heart is hitting done..
Can’t you feel it in your back teeth.
On the road and on our own, my heart is hitting bone,
And I feel it in my back teeth.
There are expectations, and we are prepared to do what we must
…to meet them!
We’re so fucking far from home, my heart is hitting done..
And it vibrates my back teeth.
On the road and on our own, my heart is hitting bone,
And I feel it in my back teeth.
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8. |
Fuck The World
00:57
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FUCK THE WORLD
Stick a needle in my arm – I don’t care anymore.
Got no where to go – So I’ll sleep on your floor.
Wake up, steal your change – and head to the store.
I’m killing myself like never before.
Fuck! Fuck The World
Stick a needle in my arm – I don’t care anymore.
Got no where to go – So I’ll sleep on your floor.
Wake up, steal your change – and head to the store.
I’m drowning my sorrows like never before.
Fuck! Fuck The World
Fuck! Fuck The World
I’m killing myself like never before!
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9. |
Alcoholist
01:46
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Alcoholist
Close-minded people give us shit about the life that we’ve lead!
Could live like them, but we’d rather be dead.
FUCK - THE REST WHO DON’T UNDERSTAND!
Cause my world is soaked in Vodka! “And it’s bloody fucking red”
Living my life with a battle scared liver and no soul.
I’m an Alcoholist!
No place for the outcast waste of your world, but a bar.
We’ll be getting Pissed!
Say what you will, & I’ll do what I want – with no limits.
I’m an Alcoholist!
Mind your fucking business! - “or you’ll catch my fucking fist”
We don’t run from trouble, just open up the door!
When shit gets out of hand, your gonna feel the floor.
“Lets do another round before we leave for tour”
At the end of the night, POUR ONE FUCKING MORE!
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10. |
The Streets
03:05
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The Streets
We’ve been jailed and we’ve been bruised.
So what if we’ve guilty of the crimes accused?
Of many drunken nights, and got some bad tattoos…
Cause we know the worlds unjust.
And we know we’ve tough enough.
The streets belong to us…
We’re sick of being crucified.
By the likes of you and your closed mind.
We’ve paid our dues, and done our fucking time.
Cause we know the worlds unjust.
And we know we’ve tough enough.
The streets belong to us…
We’re the Punks, we’re the Skins, we’re the Hardcore Kids.
From the boots on our feet, to the voice of the streets.
We’re the strength we’re the pride until the day we die.
Hold your head in the sun, cause we… are the Chosen Ones..
Cause we know the worlds unjust.
And we know we’ve tough enough.
The streets belong to us…
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11. |
Hate LA
01:03
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HATE LA
Your city’s got nothing for me.
It’s not that hard to see.
You think LA's the place to be?
It’s so fucking fake – I can’t believe.
I fucking hate this place.
We fucking hate your face.
I fucking hate this place.
We fucking hate LA
Your hat turned to the side is a fucking joke.
Late night party’s with expensive wine and coke.
I’m packing up my bags and going home.
Back to the streets of Boston – where we roam.
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12. |
Frustration
02:02
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FRUSTRATION
I do what I can, but it’s never enough - I do what I can, I do what I can.
I’m still trying to understand, what you meant in “BE A MAN” - I do what I can, I do what I can.
I do what I can, but it’s out of my hands.
The things that I have aren’t the things that I need.
I want something more, not the shackles of greed.
I thought that we knew what was honored and blue.
Turns out the bullshit was too good to be true!
Frustration – Marathon runner with no end to the race.
Frustration – Running in circles, back to the same place.
Frustration – Rocket explodes before it hits space.
I leave my mark, just to have it erased!
I look up at this fucked up world around me - it’s up to us to change things.
We have more conveniences, but less time – More knowledge, but less good judgment.
Religion and politics never worked for me – Solid convictions, Strong values, & good friends – Skinheads the only thing that ever made sense.
We talk to much, love to seldom, & hate to often. - I bite my tongue in Frustration!
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13. |
Never Give In!
03:16
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Never Give In
One Day she told me, “Troy, you hate more than you like”!
But that’s OK, it doesn’t keep him up at night!
Back in the day they said “Boy, your mind is closed”!
So I open doors, doors that I suppose…
Put me against the world / The way it’s always been.
Their system never, ever worked for us…./ So we never fit in!
To their cookie-cutter molds – So we never fit in! Their society, truth be told - & we’ll never give in
Doing things the hard way, gave us a sense of pride.
And when the roof caved in, that’s how we survived.
Just doing the best we can – still we’re cast aside.
We don’t understand where they’re coming from, It’s not like we haven’t tried…
To do what we thought was right / The way it’s always been
Their system never, ever worked for us… / So we never fit in!
To their cookie-cutter molds – So we never fit in! Their society, truth be told - & we’ll never give in !
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Razors in the Night Boston, Massachusetts
Razors in the Night is an American Oi!/Hardcore band from Boston, MA that formed in 2009. RITN’s first record “Carry On!” received great domestic and international reviews, The Boston Herald described Razors as “the new vanguards of…Boston hardcore.” RITN tours across the United States as well as Europe. ... more
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