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You should always speak your mind
You should always live your life
Peace and love, try to be kind
You don’t know what’s just around the corner
Always eat your fruits and greens
Keep your mind and body keen
Keep your friends and family close
But keep your enemies closer….
And a million miles away
The sun beats down its rays
Life passes you by in the blink of an eye
You got to live in it, you got to live a bit
Be the best you’ve ever been
Knock ‘em dead then rise again
You’re only here till god knows when
So don’t let anyone fool ya
And a million miles away
The sun beats down its rays
Life passes you by in the blink of an eye
You got to live in it, you got to live a bit
You were born and you will die
That’s the least interesting thing about your life
It’s the bit in the middle that you got to try
You don’t know whats round the corner do you?
Keep the faith we aint here long
So always keep on keeping on
We owe it those that are gone
To live this life to the fullest…
And a million miles away
The sun beats down its rays
Life passes you by in the blink of an eye
You got to live in it, you got to live a bit
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Thrown Away
02:36
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What I want
What I need
Spend my time, feed your greed
Life of hell
On the dole
Working man's got no soul
People always tell me, go out and get a job
But I'd rather sit around acting like a slob
You gotta play your part in the gig economy
You gotta earn your place in this society
Working in an office or digging up a ditch
Spending all my time just to make some fucker rich
Spend my life in a filthy factory
Until they got no use for me
When they've got no use for me
I'll be thrown away
The way it works is simple, your labour makes them fat
For every fat boss bastard there's thousands on the rack
They own the production but property is theft
You've been shafted by the right wing and deserted by the left
I don't want to spend the best years of my life
Making ends meet by picking up their shite
They'll drain me of all my energy
Until they've got no use for me
When they've got no use for me
I'll be thrown away
Working in an office or digging up a ditch
Work all day just to make some fucker rich
Spend my life in a filthy factory
Until they got no use for me
When they've got no use for me
I'll be thrown away
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I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more
I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own
I don't trust anyone especially you
I don't trust anyone cos no-ones got your back, no
I don't trust anyone that puts milk into coffee
I don't trust anyone that doesnae like Bon Jovi
I don't trust anyone that says they work from home
Whatcha really up to? Do you think that we don't know?
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
Cos people suck and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
They'll stab your back and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more
I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own
I don't trust her and I don't trust him
I don't trust people cos folk are cruel and mean
I don't trust anyone that hings about bus stations
I don't trust anyone that don't like Iron Maiden
I don't trust anyone that has a sleekit pus
I don't trust anyone cos I was bitten once
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
Cos people suck and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
They'll stab your back and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more
I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own
I don't trust anyone but most of all I don't trust you...
I don't trust anyone, not anyone these days
I don't trust anyone, just call me Roddy No Mates
I don't trust anyone but most of all I don't trust you...
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
Cos people suck and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
You can't trust any cunt these fucking days
They'll stab your back and stitch you up
And they can get tae fuck
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For Your War
03:42
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I'm the sorta gadgie that you send to fight your war, sir
Lost and forgotten with nowhere to run
Fill my head with fighting talk and threaten my freedom
Til I'm pure ragin' and I'll fight anyone
We're the first to fight and die when you wage your war, sir
Plucked from the cities, from pubs and the schemes
Trained to hate whoever you tell me I should hate sir
I'll kill for this country and die for my Queen
And serve on foreign soil like my grandad before
With the Thompson guns with a rat-a-tat-a-tat
I'll shoot your enemies, I'll not question at all
In the name of liberty
Happiness is a big gun
Oh I'll shoot anyone
Just give the order go on
Bang Bang! I'll blow them all away
I've just got to have a go, I've never dodged a fight, sir
And everyone's sayin' there's wide-os on the rise
You command and I follow and that's the way it goes, sir
I won't shoot till I see the whites of their eyes
I'll take the Queen's shilling if you'll find me an enemy
These colours don't run, this is what you take me for
Dress me up in a soldier's coat and I will kill you everything
Give me a cause and I'll win you a war
And serve on foreign soil like my grandad before
With the Thompson guns with a rat-a-tat-a-tat
I'll shoot your enemies, I'll not question at all
In the name of liberty
Happiness is a big gun
Oh I'll shoot anyone
Just give the order go on
Ka-pow! I'll blow them all away
You should fight your own battles, it was you that brought the war...
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Hey, Mrs Jones
04:39
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Mrs Jones, I wasn't joking - 'sake!
Was that steamers' skinful wasted?
From the Weege, decentred, went I
through a bleak narcotic night
aboard a midnight limbo train
frothing fevers in the brain
to drink the Burgh dry (for courage);
and I rolled in around four,
crossed the ocean of my floor
and dropped the words into your inbox
like a sodden tonne of luggage
(ha-ha, ho-ho!):
Hey, Mrs Jones -
wha'd'ya know? -
I'm in love with you,
you make my garden grow
and, furthermore,
that gadge you saw:
could you kindly show his
grinning pus the door?
or words to that effect.
But - what the hell did I expect? -
you found it witty, debonair and so ironic
and you didn't realise
that I want in between your thighs.
I got the bull, I got it bad,
I got the chronic.
Ha-ha, ho-ho!
Hey, Mrs Jones,
come jump my bones.
Y'know I've waited years
to let you take me home
and might I add
I'm minging mad,
aflame with jealousy?
I thought you oughtta know.
Hey, Mrs Jones,
come share my load
because I'm pure gonzoed for you lately
and it shows
and, furthermore,
that gadge you saw:
could you kindly show his
grinning pus the door?
O lady
I'm a clear winter sky.
By the shade of a willow tree
I lay down to die.
O me,
O my.
Hey, Mrs Jones -
wha'd'ya know? -
I'm in love with you,
you make my garden grow
and, furthermore,
that gadge you saw:
could you kindly show his
grinning pus the door
and, Mrs Jones,
come jump my bones?
Y'know I've waited years
to let you take me home
and might I add
I'm minging mad,
insane with jealousy?
I thought you oughtta know.
Hey, Mrs Jones,
come share my load
because I'm pure gonzoed for you lately
and it shows
and, furthermore,
yer boy's a bore.
Could you kindly fling him out
the frigging door?
Hey, Mrs Jones,
where have you gone?
In the morning you'd transformed.
I shoulda known.
And now you've flown
and I'm all alone
my words come smashing through your
window like a stone.
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Hold Your Head Up High
04:06
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I was with this gammon, he stands next to me
And spits out his coffee at the word "diversity"
He don't care for refugees, no, he'd send them all back
He's never left Kirkcaldy yet his culture's on the rack
I think that it's funny to wind the gammons up
They will believe anything if it's outrageous enough
Like "they're bulldozing the bookies so they can build more mosques
and gender-neutrifying all the toilets doon the pub"
And hold yer head up high, walk your own way
Show them anything is possible
I believe in you
I work with this gammon, he says there's never been
A worse time for the white man since nineteen canteen
But white men still rule Alba, he'll always have his say
Just equal rights mean you can't have it all your own way
Today I'm gonna tell him "Greggs have had to ban
products that ain't halal cos steak bakes offend Allah"
If you enjoy hyperbole sit back and light the fuse
I'm proud to be different and I'm proud of you
And hold yer head up high, walk your own way
Show them anything is possible
I believe in you
Wind em up wind em up wind em up
Wind the gammon up wind the gammon up wind the gammon up
I know it's not that easy, you want a quiet life
You didn't start the fire, you've no energy to fight
But you are amazing, it's your time to shine
You can change the world a little bit at a time
And hold yer head up high, walk your own way
Show them anything is possible
I believe in you
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Rudebeard Scotland, UK
Formed at the end of 2018, Rudebeard specialise in energetic, sweaty, sweary, usually loud & occasionally thoughtful ska-
punk, fast ska, slow ska, ska that’s not really ska and one attempted Scottish fitba anthem cos why no?
Two years, five EPs & one pandemic later we have accrued a back catalogue larger than you should reasonably expect & we herein present it to you for your aural delectation.
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