1.737／ Shoe Glue
Written：Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Bosstones
Down the street, around the corner,
Over the bridge, that dirty water,
College campus, mighty minds
A reactor right behind
Passed the candy factory, salvation army, fire station
Through the square, i hate that place up the stairs
Next the doors, they never work i never let that bother me
I hope some worker's not disgruntled
I hope there's something there for me
An old man reads the paper loudly everyday now for a year
Stamp machines and wanted posters here again,
Again i'm here
737 almost everyday
Nice to know that someone hears us
It's good to know somebody's there
Takin the time to say hello
Taking the time to show you care
Write again and thanks again
From the bottom of my heart see you soon and till then
737 is a real big part
737 almost everyday
Shoe glue
What can i do？ a man's not well dressed
If his shoes are a mess rock and roll
I've got a hole
Right in my sole
Let's rock!
It's fucking my walk
And soaking my sock
Who knew？
It's not stopping my step or stepping my stop
We've got it up and we won't let it drop
Beer here,
Don't wanna see clear
I see a point in wrecking the joint
We're here to quench our thirst a bit
But we won't get the worst of it
Turn it up more than a notch
Like a punch to the face or a kick to the crotch
All night never ending benefiting from a bender
If nothing's worrying you that's the key
'cause nothing's worrying me
And nothing's worrying mem
2.Almost Anything Goes
Written：Nate Albert／Dicky Barrett／Bosstones
It's 4：30 in the morn'
I'm tattered, tired and torn
Trying to keep up the pace,
This ain't my home, this ain't my place
The candle keeps on burning
At this point there's no returning
The policy is clear, anything goes when you are here
Almost anything goes
From the nightclubs to the shows
Almost anything goes
From the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes
From your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes,
Does this place ever close？
I wanna wake up in a city
That likes to go to bed
Where they know what time of day it is
But i'm stuck here instead
The rules are disregarded
So it's time we all got started
Moving at this hyperspeed
This city seems to need
Nice place to visit but i don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes wherever i go by
I was killing all my money,
Spending brain cells just as fast
So i'll grab a taxi cab, head somewhere i can crash
Driver, port authority
Home's my destination
Don't wake me up till we're near
Park street station
There's this electric lure that's sometimes so attractive
But i'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not so active
I was walking on the wild side, i was in that state of mind
The neon lights were bright
But i'll be leaving them behind
Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork i'm outta here
3.A Man Without
Written：Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Bosstones
How did this could this come to this？
Helpless heartless loneliness,
A hand held out hope someone gives
I'm a man without a place to live
A man without a place to go
And it just might be my fault i know
Won't hold you up or bag your eyes
But i'm a man please realize
How did this could this come to this？
Helpless heartless loneliness
Heartless, had a heart just yesterday
Helpless didn't used to be this way
Homeless, that's the worst part of it all
Fuck this,
What i scream at every wall
Are my screams being ignored
I'm screaming can you help me lord
No one hears a man like me
It's easier if they don't see
So let all just pretend to feel and make believe that i'm not
real
Help is what i'm screaming for,
Help me please don't just ignore
It's come to this
Helpless heartless loneliness
Hand held out, hope someone gives
I'm a man without a place to live,
A man without a place to go
And it just might be my fault i know
Won't hold you up or bag your eyes
But i'm a man please realize
How did this could this come to this,
Did this could this come to this,
Did this could this come to this,
Did this could this come to this
4.Dont Know How To Party
Written：Nate Albert／Dicky Barrett／Bosstones
I've heard all the stories, the failure and glories
I haven't had either
Boast and toast i'm the best and i'm a mess
I know i'm not neither
Thought i was down as far as any man could go,
Thought my highs were giant size
I know now that's not so
I know you heard, know you heard, know you heard,
Don't believe a word, not a word, one word
It's been overblown, the truth should be known
'til now i couldn't see
Put my cards on the table while i'm still able,
I guess i really don't know how to party
It's blown out of whack,
The truth is what's lacking, 'til now i couldn't see
The long and the short i'd like to report,
I guess i really don't know how to party
Really don't by any shape or form
Whether straight up in the sunshine
Or passed out in the storm
Don't know how but now i know i don't
Will it help me out？ no, it probably won't
Ten nine ain't no hero number one at bad behavior
Five, four, three, two, what？ not zero
Don't go counting on a savior
I was playing it safe when i'd fall on my face
Entertainment was what i was after,
Harmless fun, no damage done
I was out and about for the laughter
Thought i was some-thing
Really something no one was gonna touch
Ace in the place, kingpin of sin i didn't know too much
Don't believe everything you've heard,
Don't believe a solitary word
It's been overblown, the truth should be known,
'til now i couldn't see
Put my cards on the table while i'm still able
I guess i really don't know how to party
Really don't by any shape and form
Whether straight up in the sunshine
Or passed out in a storm,
Don't know how but now i know i don't
Will it help me out, no it probably won't
I don't have a notion and i don't have a clue,
An iota or an inkling where to start or what to do
The foggiest, the faintest, the slightest i ain't got
Will it help me out？
Nah, probably not
5.Holy Smoke
Written：Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Nate Albert／Dennis Br
You made your bed, that's where you lie
No pearly gates when you die
We tried to teach, you didn't learn
You're going down, you're gonna burn
Fast at passing judgement and your quick to cast a stone
Hypocrite taking shit, leave me alone
Thump the book and twist the word
You're setting sinners straight
Point your finger, wag your tongue
Then pass around the plate
I've made my bed that's where i'll lie,
Won't see the gates when i die
And i've been told i'll never learn,
I'm going down i'm gonna
Screaming demons all hell broke loose
And other dark remarks
You say that's satan's waiting for me
But i don't give a fuck
If words and music tick you off
Then you're the one who's sick
But i think it fucking followers that really make you tick
As far as i can tell i'm going to hell
As far as i can see, you're coming with me
You made your bed that's where you'll lie
No pearly gates when you die
We tried to teach, you didn't learn
You're going down, you're gonna burn
Holy smoke! is this a joke？
I mean man you're on the move,
Shut 'em up and shut 'em down
If you don't approve
Cuss and curse and stuff your purse
And tell me where i'm goin'
Holy cow, man, don't stop now, man,
Your bank account is growin'
You made you're bed that's where you'll lie
No pearly gates when you die
We tried to teach, you didn't learn
You're going down, you're gonna burn
You made you're bed that's where you'll lie
Thanks god i've got a place to sleep
No pearly gates when you die,
Why should i worry now or cry
You know i'm not concerned
You're going down, you're gonna burn
6.Illegal Left
Written：Nate Albert／Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Bosstones
Illegal left on sunday morning
On the corner i was warning
Waving widly, wildy warning don't take that turn on sunday
morning
A motorcycle cop was waiting, he had to fill his ticket booth
On his nerves now i was grating,
Illegal left that no one took
Maybe i should mind my own
Maybe it's not my concern,
But somewhere someone is suffering
And this is an illegal turn
Sunday morning not too far
Someone's taking someone's car,
Someone's taking someone out,
Someone needs you know, no doubt
He told me i should move along
I said, 'you've got the whole thing wrong'
I'll stay here i've got the time and you can deal with real
crime
He didn't like what i was saying no not at all no not one bit
I didn't see the point in staying
It was fun though i admit
Maybe i should mind my own,
Maybe it's not my concern
But somewhere someone's suffering and this is an illegal turn
Sunday morning, not too far
Someone's taking someone's car, someone's taking someone out,
Someone needs you no doubt
7.Issachar
Written：Dicky Barrett／Nate Albert／Joe Gittleman／Tim Burto
Where's the wizzler, where's the corn？
Get jacuzzi on the horn, where's the wizzler
Whatever happened to the mob？
He had to quit and get a job
Road manager, security,
Hangin' shirts and makin' tea
Where's the wizzler, where's the corn？
Near the elevator, is there porn？
What a a man gotta deal wit!
My head's not orange, cut the shit!
Jack, jack ca mi sey jack flanagan
Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren
Wa go by de name of jack flanagan
It was a long time ago down a cbgb
Mi look pon mi bredren name docta dready
Mi sey docta d who booked dis opening band
Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina im hand,
Ca mi sey jack flanagan
On the road and on the phone,
Roll up the window roll a bone
Rollin' a buck in a forty zone
Now settle up and head for home
He's issachar now hear him roar
When he's lost his temper find the door
It's almost always good to see him,
He's one damn fine human being
Jack flanagen
Mi bredren bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss
Flanagen im was di mob guitarist
Nowadays he manage reggae artist
So when you wan get pin micky dread guest list
Jack flanagen him naw resist
Jack flanagen, jack flanagen
Got us 'cross the border,
Helpin' hand when it began
Kept our shit in order my man jack flanagen
In his town he'll hook you up, he'll show you 'round, he'll
watch your back
When we head down we look him up
And hang around with irish jack
Much, much, much respect,
In this world it's hard to find
A stand up guy who'll stand behind
You if you're ever in a bind
My man jack he comes to mind
8.Last Dead Mouse
Step right up,
Gather round,
Greatest salesman in town
Selling something
Seldom sold
Step up, step up, step up behold
Dead mice for sale,
They're going fast
Like hell
Last dead mouse don't be shy,
There's never been a better time to buy
Last dead mouse but i'll get more
I'm a businessman and an entrepreneur
Folks say i'm nuts, they can say what they please
You've got to be crazy with prices like these
No overhead so i can keep down the cost
I make my own hours 'cause i'm my own boss
I believe in my product,
I love what i sell
Last dead mouse that's why i yell
Step right up ladies and gents
Last dead mouse costs fifty cents
It's a steal at any price
Going once, going once, going once, going twice
Half a buck, last in stock
Be the first one on your block
No need to walk, no need to feed, satisfaction guaranteed
Last dead mouse but i'll get more
I'm a bussinessman and an entrepreneur
Folks say i'm nuts, they can say what they please
You've got to be crazy with prices like these
No overhead so i can keep down the cost
I make my own hours 'cause i'm my own boss
I believe in my product, i love what i sell
Last dead mouse that's why i yell
Nice and easy now,
Nice and easy now,
Nice and easy now
Last dead mouse,
Last dead mouse
9.Our Only Weapon
Written：Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Bosstones
Read the papers, thing look grim
Watch the news, the outlook' dim
It's clear to see there is something wrong
Could be that we don't change alot
But we should give it our best shot
Our only weapon is a song
Maybe we're being to naive
But this is something we believe
What's beyond belief is just how much is wrong
Nothing is gained when people fight,
Maybe our heads aren't screwed on tight
Our only weapon is a song
We're not building bombs or storing ammunition
We're just playing songs hoping people will listen
Others try hate but hate won't move anything
We're trying love and unity too
We're not packing pistols,
We're not waging war
Most of our missiles have only four chords
It's not a great plan but we like the agenda
The arsenal's music and the army's our friend
Could be our idea isn't great,
Maybe our heads aren't screwed on straight
We may be wrong and maybe nothing's wrong
And we might never win the war
But we'll have fun and that's for sure
Our only weapon is a song
10.Someday I Suppose
Written：Nate Albert／Dicky Barrett／Joe Gittleman／Bosstones
There was a place
And the name of the place escapes me
When i can't rememeber
It irritates me
Could be i can't remember
Could be i choose to not,
Let's move the song along
And try to find the plot
There was a girl and i don't know her name either
She gave me love and i swore i'd never leave her
If i did i'd come back someday and find her
Maybe i will i should write down a reminder
One day! one day who knows
Someday i suppose
There was a verse that i was gonna write i haven't yet
But there's still a chance i might an open book
That i still want to close i'll find the time
Someday i suppose a place and time,
I wanna be and spend a storyline
That's happy in the end plans are made
With promises so certainly uncertain
I can't wait to set things straight
Before they close the curtain
One day! one day who knows
Someday i suppose
The more i sort things out
The more it gets distorted
I sort of think i'm better off just leaving it unsorted
The more i try to change it's course
The more off course it goes
Of course i'll reach my destination someday i suppose
Sort it out,
Get distorted
One day who knows
Hide behind,
Someday i suppose
11.Tin Soldiers
Written：Original Song By Stiff Little Fingers
He turned up to get a job
To show he wasn't scared
All wrapped up in that army crap
He thought he'd be prepared
Well at the age of seventeen,
He was forced to choose
Now at the age of twenty-one
He's in catch-22
He turned up for just three years
It seemed a small amount
But what they didn't tell him was
The first two didn't count
At the age of seventeen how was he to know？
That at the age of twenty-one
He'd still have more to go？
Tin soldier! he signed away his name!
Tin soldier! no chance of casual fame!
Tin soldier! well now he knows the truth!
Tin soldier! he signed away his youth!
He turned up, to start out right
To do right by his son
Well now he waits
And he counts the days
That mark time since day one
At the age of seventeen
He did what he was told
Now at the age of twenty-one
There's still one-third to go!
Tin soldier! he signed away his name!
Tin soldier! no chance of casual fame!
Tin soldier! well now he knows the truth!
Tin soldier! he signed away his youth!
(left! right! left right left! left! right! left right left!)
At the age of seventeen
He fall in line to
Now at the age of twenty-one
He still marches to
(one! two! three! four!)
Tin soldier! he signed away his name!
Tin soldier! no chance of casual fame!
Tin soldier! well now he knows the truth!
Tin soldier! he signed away his youth!
Tin soldier! what is he fighting for？
Tin soldier! to win a fucking war？
Tin soldier! (completely indecipherable lyric)
Tin soldier! arrgh yeah!!!!
Signed away his name
Signed away his name
12.What Was Was Over
Written：Nate Albert／Dicky Barrett／Bosstones
Do i really wanna step in here？
I feel like my father at the horse track
When he's down to his last sawbuck
Do i really wanna step in here,
I'm not as sure as i appear
Tell me should we make this move
And if it seems pathetic, pardon me
I'm not as sure as i appear
Thought it over
Thought i'd walk over
And over coffee we could chat
But then,
Then i thought again 'cause what was was over
And now i know that
Thought i'd call, we could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work out somehow
What was was over and i should just get over
And that is where i'm at right now
I'm really glad that you are here
What could be could beat what was
We are is at any rate,
I'm really glad that you are here
Thought it over, thought i'd walk over
And over coffee we could chat
But then,
Then i though again
'cause what was was over now i know that
Thought i'd call we could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work somehow
What was was over and i should just get over
And that is where i'm at right now
And we are is because
What was is now was
Pray for rain, it never does
And after all that we've done been through is is gonna have to
do
And we are is because
What was is now was
Pray for rain, it never does
And after all we've been through is
Is gonna have to do
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