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Sham Rock
02:25
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Sham Rock (words and music by SCRAPES)
Go to a game, don't sit in a box
In the bleachers we cheer on the Sox
Won't be drinking from the Stanley Cup
Touch the World Series trophy, get locked up
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
From the union hall to our uncle’s bar
Bobby Orr got the tickets, Yaz is driving the car
See us on Fenway’s infield
See us get hauled off to jail
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
The T’s the only limo that gets us around
The scally cap, it’s a hand me down
No World Series ring, no Super Bowl bling
Got the gift of gab, full of blarney
Kiss me I’m Irish, we’ll be wearing the green
That’s because we’re full of envy
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
And our four leaf clover is starting to wilt
We're from Boston
We're from Boston
We're from Boston
We're from Boston and we don’t own a kilt
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2. |
Pissin' Up A Rope
02:10
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PISSIN' UP A ROPE (words and music by SCRAPES)
I have squandered my existence on this earth
Been much more trouble than I am worth
Spent all my cash on dope & booze
God damn thing in your war on drugs I did not abuse
Last rights and coffin rides
Just don't nail that lid too tight
Just put your nose to that stone and grind
Hope gets lost
You are what it cost
Lost all hope
Pissin' Up A Rope
Women. Ah, the women I let go
Kind of women, any man'd love to know
And it's my fault, I know. I know it so well
There's another book , there's another shelf.
So...
Last rights and coffin rides
Just don't nail that lid too tight
Just put your nose to that stone and grind
Hope gets lost
You are what it cost
Lost all hope
Pissin' Up A Rope
Last rights and coffin rides
Just don't nail that lid too tight
Just put your nose to that stone and grind
Hope gets lost
You are what it cost
Lost all hope
Pissin' Up A Rope
Hope gets lost
You are what it cost
Lost all hope
Pissin' Up A Rope
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Christmas season down the pub
the local drunks are putting one back
Ragged Santa sipping on Pabst
Santa's helper sits on his lap
The Bartender's gackin' back there
Serves the patrons up good cheer
The local wiggler down the end
Orders something fruity for his friend
They threw you out for intoxication
A seemingly familiar situation
So you check your shit and you head next door
Where they buy it...and you proceed to kick back 12 stinkin' more
You drop your shit right in the can
In you go, with the hands
The whole damn lot's about to drop
What d'ya expect? Vagrants down the pub.
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We used to hang around
Beat up and throwin' down
Never knowin' what to do
Left Nut and the F.U.s
Kenmore Square it's dead to me
There's a hole in my heart where The Rat used to be
All Mod Cons in the balcony
Say hi to Duffy
Who's playin' downstairs
Mitch let us down there
Kenmore Square it's dead to me
There's a hole in my heart where The Rat used to be
The daily grind
Chaotic nights
On Comm. Ave we used to fight
But no one cares what we had there
Kenmore Square it's dead to me
There's a hole in my heart where The Rat used to be
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