Director of Sales
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We were friends since school
The punks were never cool
But we didn't care anyway
And even in the scene
When it was cool to be mean
We walked the other way
Rebels from birth this world had no worth
But then you went astray one day
And I don't think it's right
That you gave up the fight
And walked away; you ran away
We could of made that change,
We could of set this world,
This world on fire
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Director of Game Development
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Don’t got no goatee
Don’t got no tattoo
Don’t got no nose ring
Don’t wanna be like you
See I got these glasses, so I'll never be cool
Always get my ass kicked when I get to school
Don’t worry about an image
Don’t got no attitude
I know I won’t get laid
If I won’t be like you
Don’t got no biceps
Don’t got no pecs
But I'll read you under the table
With my thick specs!
See I got these glasses, so they kick my ass
But I'll kick their asses when I get to class
I got these glasses, so I can’t wear shades
But I'll kick their asses – I'll get good grades
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna get good grades!
I can’t get with the times…
Can’t spout the party line…
Don’t know what the scene’s about
Don’t tell me to mellow out!
Don’t got no goatee
No f#%&ing safety pin
No I ain’t no junkie
Don’t got no heroin
Don’t got no stylish notion
Don’t wanna live by the ocean
Just wanna be myself
All you posers go to Hell!
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna kick their asses in class
Gonna get good grades
Asses in class
Asses in class
Asses in class
We must read
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.
I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid git.
You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
Beatles-
Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the C-P line.
But times went by, and though I tried, the money wasn't there,
So the bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair.
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always 'no'.
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"
The government, they promised me a measly little sum,
But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum...
Then, I thought "who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?"
I'm gonna be a pirate on the river Saskatchewan...
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well, you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large,
But just the other day we found an unprotected barge.
We snuck up right behind them, they were none the wiser-
We rammed the ship and sank it and we stole the fertilizer.
Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river,
Farmers are in so much fear, their stomachs are aquiver!
'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay,
We'll scale the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with the hay...
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well, Mountie Bobby chased me, he was always at my throat.
He followed on the shoreline 'cause he didn't own a boat.
But the cutbacks were a-comin' and the Mountie lost his job,
And now he's sailin' with me and we call him SALTY BOB!
A-swingin' swords and drinkin' beer with pleasant company,
We never pay our income tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!)
Sailin' down the Saskatoon, the terror of the sea,
If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me...
HAHARR!
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well, the pirate life's appealing, but you won't just find it here-
I hear in north Alberta, there's a band of buccaneers.
They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Port McKay,
And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way.
But winter is a-comin' and a chill is in the breeze,
My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze.
I'll be back in springtime, but now I have to go-
I hear there's lots of plunderin' down in New Mexico...
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Comin' down the plains,
Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
And it's a heave-ho!
Hi-ho!
Farmers, bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Hahaharrr...
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Here we come, walkin'
Down the street.
We get the funniest looks from
Ev'ry one we meet.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We go wherever we want to,
do what we like to do
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young gneration,
And we've got something to say.
Any time, Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who'll be standing there
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
[break]
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young gneration,
And we've got something to say.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
We don't care if you only love we
We don't care if you only love we
We love you. We love you, and we hope
that you will love we too
We love they. We love they, and
we want you to love they too
Ah
We don't care if you hound we and
love is all around we
Love can't get our minds off
We love you, we love you
You will never win we
Your uniforms don't fit we
We forget the place we're in
'Cause we love you
We love you. Of course, we do
I love you. I love you
And I hope that you won't prove wrong
too
We love you. We do. We love you. We
do. Ah...
The Rolling Stones We Love You lyrics
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Let's go, ready? From the top...
My favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising. I can't get behind that kind of time.
Eat quickly, drive faster, make more money now, I can't get behind that.
My kids say "he said to me, and I'm like, and he's like, and she's like..."
It's all "he's all, she's all"...
I can't get behind that kind of, like, English.
That'll be six to eight weeks before delivery.
The rising oceans, the warming temperatures...
Dying polar bears, no tigers in fifty years...
Rising poison in the air and water!
I can't understand it. When the price of gas suddenly rises when oil goes up...
...but takes months to go down long after oil falls.
I can't get behind any of that!
I can't get behind the GODS who are more vengeful, angry, and dangerous if you don't believe in them!
WHY CAN'T ALL THESE GODS JUST GET ALONG?! I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! What about the men who say "Do as I say, believe in what I say, for your own good, OR I'LL KILL YOU!"? I can't get behind that!
I can't get behind that! Everybody knows everything about ALL OF US!
That's TOO MUCH KNOWLEDGE!
I CAN'T GET BEHIND THAT!
I CAN'T GET BEHIND THAT!
And what about student drivers using MY streets to learn?
If you're learning to play the drums, you go to a studio...
GO TO A PARKING LOT FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHY ARE YOU JEOPARDIZING MY LIFE?!
I CAN'T GET BEHIND A STUDENT DRIVER!
I can't get behind a driver who drives like a student driver! If you're gonna drive an urban assault vehicle, then GET OFF THE PHONE, and KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!
Lifetime guarantee?
Whose lifetime? Not mine. Haven't got that much time left. Let's make it yours! Everyone's got a longer life than me!
Leaf blowers. Is there anything more futile?
Car alarms.
Clap off.
Clap on.
Spam.
Size matters.
No, it doesn't.
Yes, it does.
No, it doesn't.
Yes, it does.
No, it doesn't.
Yes, it does.
My phone rings!
MAKE MILLIONS IN MINUTES!
It's a COMPUTER!
LOSE INCHES IN HOURS!
Leave me the hell alone!
EAT MORE, SPEND LESS!
The colonel is break dancing. Give me a break!
CREDIT TERMS RAISED!
I CAN'T GET BEHIND ANY OF THAT!
I can't get behind so-called singers. They can't carry a tune. Get paid for talking? How easy is that?
Well, maybe I could get behind that.
Well, I can't! If you have to fix it with a computer, quantitized, PIS-corrected, overly inspected, then YOU CAN'T DO IT! And I can't get behind THAT!
I CAN'T GET BEHIND A FAT ASS!
Yeah. Bill, can you turn around and do one more?
Always can do one more, Hank.
Let's hit it.
When you need someone
and there's no one there
there is always the 9 o'clock train
to take you out somewhere
I take the train in town
like I did for years
there is only 7 more blocks
I could walk from here
I wanna stay home
I wanna stay home right here
I wanna stay home today
I wanna stay
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We saw the western coast, I saw the hospital.
Nursed the shoreline like a wound.
Reports of a lover's tryst were neither clear nor descript,
We kept it safe and slow, the quiet things that no one ever knows.
So keep the blood in your head,
And keep your feet on the ground,
Tonight's the day it gets tired,
Today's the day we dropped out,
Gave up my body and bed all for an empty hotel,
Wasting words on lower cases and capitals.
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Director of Game Development
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Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet,
A sweetheart left behind.
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas,
That's where my true love lies.
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow,
Sings upon the birch bough high,
But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
All a'chew upon your bones so dry.
Owner - Johnny Scott Comics and Games
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too.
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through.
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
"The Trooper" by Iron Maiden
I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be.
And now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man that's nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my old man, gonna travel around.
'Cause I'm a wrathchild,
well I'm a wrathchild.
Yeah I 'm a wrathchild.
I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah.
Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination.
I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll just go crazy.
But now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man thats nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my old man, gonna travel around.
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Owner - Johnny Scott Comics and Games
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Glad you liked it! Here's another of my faves by Bruce and the boys:
As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
Fly on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly.
His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
"The Flight of Icarus" by Iron Maiden
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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's been some sort of an error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all am I not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there never is an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Hallowed be thy name!
"....I was carved
from your rib
from your rib
dust... to dust to dust to dust to dust to
go in circles round the bend un' til we are just friends again
and then not even that
sometimes i almost can recall what it was like before we ever met
sometimes not even that
sometimes not even that.. at.. at..at
then...then
go in cirles round the bend un' til we are just friends again and
go in cirles round the bend un' til we are just friends again and
un til we are just friends again...."
Bright light almost blinding,
Black night still there shining,
I cant stop, keep on climbing,
Looking for what I knew.
Had a friend, she once told me,
you got a friend, you aint lonely,
Now shes gone and left me only
Looking for what I knew.
Mmm, Im telling you now,
The greatest thing you ever can do now,
Is trade a smile with someone whos blue now,
Its very easy just.
Met a man on the roadside crying,
Without a friend, theres no denying,
Youre incomplete, theyll be no finding
Looking for what you knew.
So anytime somebody needs you,
Dont let them down, altho it grieves you,
Some day youll need someone like they do,
Looking for what you knew.
I went looking for trouble
And boy, I found her
She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
And on her milk-white neck
The devil's mark
Now it's All Hallow's Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat?
I bet she will
She will
She's got a date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh, baby, Lily Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
She put that spell on me
Boo B&+@+ Craft
Yeah, you wanna go out 'cuz it's rainin' and blowin'
You can't go out cuz your roots are showin'
Dye 'em black
Dye 'em black
Black, Black, Black, Black
Black number one
She dyes em Black, Black, Black, Black
Black Number One
Lov-in you, lovin you, love lovin you was like
lovin the dead
Lovin' you was like lovin' the dead
Little wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For which she's dressed
Her perfume smells like
Burning leaves
Everyday is Halloween
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Do you folks like coffee?
Real coffee,
From the hills of Columbia?
The Duncan Hills will awake you,
From a thousand deaths.
A cup of blackened blood.
I'm dying for a cup.
Guatemalan blend.
Ethiopian,
French Vanilla Roast.
You're dying for a cup.
Prepare for ultimate flavor...
You're gonna get some, NOW!
And scream, for your cream!
DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
COFFEE!
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed
That they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and....
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams
They were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee and....
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all of the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and....
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Its the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It might be out on that lawn
Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
Because theres no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream
(they) got me hypnotized
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,(The Beatles drank tea)
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
ARTIST: The Guess Who
TITLE: No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature
Lyrics and Chords
[ D* = ]
Lonely feeling, deep inside
Find a corner where I can hide
Silent footsteps crowding me
Sudden darkness, but I can see
/ D* D D* D / / / /
{Refrain}
No sugar tonight in mycoffee
No sugar tonight in my tea
No sugar to stand beside me
No sugar to run with me
Da do da da...
/ D C / G D / :
In the silence of her mind
Quiet movements where I can find
Grabbing for me with her eyes
Now I'm falling from her skies
{Refrain}
Jock says yes, and I believe him
When we talk about the things I say
She hasn't got the faith or the guts to leave him
When they're standing in each other's way
/ D7 - / / / /
You're driven back now to places you've been to
You wonder what you're gonna find
You know you've been wrong but it won't be long
Before you leave 'em all far behind
{Second Refrain}
'Cause it's the new mother nature taking over
It's the new splendid lady come to call
It's the new mother nature taking over
She's getting us all, she's getting us all
/ G7 D7 / / / CD CD /
Jock said no when I came back last time
It's looking like I lost a friend
No use calling 'cause the sky is falling
And I'm getting pretty near the end
A smoke filled room in a corner basement
The situation must be right
A bag of goodies and a bottle of wine
We're gonna get it on right tonight
{Second Refrain}
Lonely feeling
Jock says yes and I believe him
Deep inside
When we talk about the things I say
Find a corner
She hasn't got the faith or the guts to leave him
Where I can hide
When they're standing in each other's way
Silent footsteps
You're driven back now to places you've been to
Crowding me
You wonder what you're gonna find
Sudden darkness
You know you've been wrong and it won't be long
But I can see
Before you leave 'em all far behind
{Second Refrain}
Da do da da...
Theres a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And theres ash in the pages
Now Ive got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing I am single
Theyll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight
From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
Theres nothing of your love
That Ill ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remain all thats left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed
Now shes gone
And Im back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now shes gone
And Im out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed
ok I'm done.
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer
Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
So it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear-a
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Oh, Dee Dee Ramone, where have you gone?
In misery all day long, to shoot some dope right into your arm.
Oh, the sun does rise, the birds do sing.
They fly around and s@++ on me!
There's nowhere to go,
No booze, no loot, no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
Well, there's no loot, there's no booze and it's no fun.
God, there's nowhere to sleep, nothing to do,
I don't know how you made it through.
Nowhere to go, belonging to no one.
You snorted coke 'till you turned blue,
and walked the streets with nothing to do.
There's nowhere to go.
No loot, no booze no fun.