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Dropkick Murphys Live On St Patrick S Day From Boston Ma At The Avalon Ballroom

it's surrender that they need when we're doing it their way well-prepared they're gonna prey upon your weakness no man's show them what it's all about

Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for fun? Sure they crawl around and scurry, yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good

any day" And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more Will I play the wild rover No, never, no more I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's

hundred brews That soothes, the foot's been dropped Not enough for the men on the walk I drive and drink till I drop No doubt about it Can't live

he fought to his grave Saved friends and family from the hardship and horror In the land of depression he gave hope for tomorrow Say Johnny, the boy, this one's

you a big bad story, baby Aww, it's all about my town Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby) That's

towers on the heights Reach the heavens' own blue For Boston, for Boston 'Til the echoes ring again For Boston, for Boston Thy glory is our own For Boston

shake the yoke of tyranny for all. It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we Chorus: So come on

know and love when john laws not kickin ass on robbers and rapist he's helpin little kids deliver newspapers when john laws not chasin crackheads from their perch he's helpin old ladies on