Tekster: Dropkick Murphys. Live On St. Patrick's Day From Boston, MA At The Avalon Ballroom. The Gang's All Here.

Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real
A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wish away the pain
Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
To forget about the pain you take your bottle and drink your grain

Singing hail, hail, the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face
You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long
The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

Singing hail, hail the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton
You're no better or no worse than any mother's son
Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall
You recall the cheer "The gang's all here" and shout

Hail, hail, the gang's all here
Leave your worries at the door boy
For they're not going anywhere

Hail, hail the gang's all here
When the going gets tough
I know my friends will still be there

Hail, hail
Hail, hail

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail
The gang's all here

Hail, hail
The gang's all here
Hail, hail