Tekster:
Dropkick Murphys Going Out In Style

We waited together for the cowards to come Outgunned and outnumbered but we wouldn?t run No mercy, no quarter They?ll pay for their sins Now lower the

On that snowy bright December day She came and took my breath away It was there I met my love so fair A beauty oh so true and rare Chorus: For who

Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we traded

when the boss comes callin' they'll put us down when the boss comes callin' gotta stand your ground when the boss comes callin' don't believe their lies

Now the fog and smoke is lifting From the fallen row on row In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their souls Jimmy left home in April That was one year

'm going out in style You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach And dump the sucker out Burn me

: You?ve gotta pick yourself up by the bootstraps No one?s gonna help you out when you fall You?ve gotta find a way out of your problems When you?re

They were cruel, they were ignorant They were beauty, they were kind They were patience, they were virtue They were crazy, they were mine The heavens might sing out

hide? Bodies on the floor no one's getting out alive Death is in the air there's trouble all around Now you got it coming This time you're going down