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Half Cut

by The Jollars

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1.
For the skins from the Blackpool flats Mess with them you're under attack Mayfield crew just the same Different generation, same old game Always outnumbered, never outgunned And when the aggro starts, we will never run Scooters on show down the Grand Parade Mods would be stupid if they stayed Strutting their stuff on Daunt Square Wouldn't be advised to stop and stare Rebel by name, rebel by nature Mess with them they'll fuckin bate ya Cork city bootboys, fight to survive Cork city bootboys, still alive!
2.
You're Mayo's biggest export, an ignorant country guard A sack of shit and blubber with a face like a slapped arse You wish you'd been in the Heavy Gang, doling out the beatings You got the heavy part down right, God knows what you've been eating You like to put the hurt on those who don't do what you say Used to beat the wife as well until she got away Big guard – big gob – you love acting the knob You think – you're hard – but you're made out of lard Your time – will come – when it does you better run Big guard – big gob – you love acting the knob You are a sad old bastard who everybody hates Even the other coppers call you “piggy no mates” You like pushing women around both half and twice your age If there was any justice you'd be locked up in a cage It's easy to be a hard man when the state has got your back Some night sometime, just you and me, I'd love to have a crack There's far more than him that's wrong with the so called justice system An institution that's diseased and he is just a symptom Laws are made for the powerful and not for me and you And we learn soon enough to fear the thug army in blue
3.
Wrathclyde 03:11
Firstly sir, don't lie to us, or we'll stich you up – no bruises, no fucking cuts Jack boots, shaved head, tatooed skin, don't mess with us 'cause you won't win You've got an Irish tag on your case; gives me cause to discriminate We've the right to do what we choose answer us back son and you will lose 'Cause you look like a hooligan, you look like a thug And no-one's gonna question me if we make you look a mug And if you ask me why it's as true as I stand I do it to feel bigger and I do it 'cause I can Now then sir, what does this mean? There's no way thats a German football team! Expect us to believe that stands for reggae as well? You're looking to spend the night in a Glasgow cell! Well now sir, your arse must be on fire and once you're inside it'll be up for hire We've the right to do what we choose answer us back son and you will lose So you think you're hard, you think you're smart, you think you're some kind of upstart Think you're cool and you think you're mean, well I'm a part of the machine 'Cause I'm the law and I've the right to drag you in day or night These are my streets and I'm the king don't mess me son cause I'm right wing
4.
Hang Em High 03:37
You controlled this country for many long dark years You maintained an empire built on shame and fear You were the moral authority, telling us about right and wrong I can't believe the irony,lokk at what was going on For all your talk of morals you were the ones without them You can stuff your sermons now 'cause no-one gives a fuck about them Slave labour in the Magdalenes, abuses in religious schools How could an entire country have been taken for fools Of course you had your allies in the law and politics Who let you abuse your power, well it makes my stomach sick There should be a reckoning, make the Catholic clergy swing Line them up against the wall, and everyone responsible Mumble weak apologies to your victims in defense Refuse to do the decent thing and offer recompense I know if I had my way I would take your last cent And give it to those people, I'm sure you'd then repent You claimed the keys for Heaven and the keys for Hell below If Heaven's full of you lot, I know where I'd rather go You were getting away with raping little kids And telling ordinary people to be ashamed for what they did “It's a sin to have sex if you're not married, it's worse if you are Gay” But systematically abusing children in your eyes is ok...
5.
The Fight 03:14
Another talking head on the TV, a commentator on the radio Selling their bullshit to you and me,telling us how it's got to go Making out we're in the same boat, share the pain was always such bullshsit Its the working class that always have to pay, ruling class dont suffer a bit The wealthy are protected while the rest of us take the pain Supporting a system that doesn't support us and if we take it we must be insane We have always had to fight for all of the things we know should be ours by right Job security, any decent pay, social welfare or the eight hour day Living in the age of austerity they tell us there's no other way Public resources for private gain its not our debt and we won't pay Tax the roof over your head, tax the water out of your tap Putting the burden on the ordinary folk, just tax the rich cunts and cut the crap The times the bosses win are the times we're too afraid The times the bosses back down are the times that they are made And I don't know about you but I've heard as musch as I want to listen to Until the rule of the rich is through we'll have to do what we always do
6.
You know you're not the first, and you won't be the last An entire generation forced to emigrate en masse Been told that the grass is greener on the other side But you know that you've been taken, taken for a ride Push 'em, shove 'em, tell 'em where to go Anywhere but here, we don't wanna know Push 'em, shove 'em, know they're gonna crack Bring 'em to the ports and stab 'em in the back Push 'em, shove 'em, nothing for you here Make 'em feel worthless, fill 'em full of fear Push 'em shove 'em, never to return Another generation who've been burned We've heard it all before, how we're to blame How we should all just hang our heads in shame Standing there with hands outstretched Nothing but a pauper, a horrible wretch In the depths of despair, growing suicide rates They try to misdirect, to misdirect our hate To the migrant workers, and our own class too But I point the finger of blame, it's pointing squarely at you They say I dreamt too tall When I hardly dreamt at all Say I speculated too much I never did anything such They say I borrowed too big, make me out to be a greedy pig Say I'm stepping out of line when I try to get, get what's mine
7.
Not a lot in your pockets, just some lint and a couple of bits Not enough for a night on the town but you're in the form to get off your tits So off we go down the hill, past the Sin È and the Uptown Grill This part of town may be dark and dank But that's where we go when we wanna get tanked Your arse a bit dodgy, your guts a bit sore But you were out of your mind for under a score At the Gone Offie – if you're not picky stick your head in the trough At the Gone Offie – go in with a twenty you can drink your head off It's the morning after the night before, all you're after is the fucking cure Just the one would nearly do the job but you can get six for a couple more bob Before you know, back to square one, the craic is 90 having loads of fun Drinkin on a budget is as easy as this – just hit the Gone Offie for a rake of cheap piss! Cheap gat – how bad? It's gone off? We'll be grand! Foreign booze, out of date; cheap as chips, it's fucking great! I've drank in many cities, drank in many towns Been to many offies, you know I like to shop around Since I'm in Cork city, the most one I've frequented Has been the Abbott's (gone off) Ale House, it's where I go to get demented
8.
I've no meas, I've no class Haven't got the cash to cover my ass It's all just smoke and mirrors Rubbing shoulders and high end dinners Filling up the champagne flutes Little do they know that I've no loot Got me hands in pies all over the place Should have P.D wanker tattoed on my face It's amazing how far you'll get with a swanky suit and some bouncing cheques Don't you know that a wink is as good, a wink is as good as a nod to Tommy No Bobs They're after me, the you know who, the taxman, the fucking revenue They're after me but it'll be some land, 'cause in my pockets I've only my hands I've always tried to make a quick buck But it's all gone wrong now I'm royally fucked My mate Billy will get me back on me feet 'Cause cunts like us, we're always elite
9.
Raise a glass to J.J Who takes all my money on payday For a pint of plain, a pint of stout To calm your worries, calm your doubt Generations before have done it you see Knocked back the stout thats brewed by the Lee So raise your glass, sink the brew You're one of our own Cork City Crew Our Stout, it's made in Heaven Murphy's is your name If Beamish comes we'll drink it all the one Puts that Guinness muck to shame Lead us all into temptation Deliver us from thirst Tomorrow morn we'll wish we weren't born But we'll get the pints in first Arthur's day is such a waste of time 1000's of people standing in line Say cheers to the advert at 6 o' clock But by that time we're already locked At closing time we're in an awful state Wouldn't take a piss on St. James' Gate So raise your glass sink the brew You're one of our own O'Murchu
10.
He's just an ignorant cunt Well I was smoking outside the pub one night, having a chat to this lad And I was getting on grand with him until he said something that made me mad He said he didn't like those who weren't Irish and he didn't like those who weren't white Well I don't like ignorant wankers so I told him he was full of shite “Made a racist comment but you didn't agree, oh shit I thought you were thick like me!” Thought he was safe being an ignorant bastard Started talking shit about immigrants, didn't realise that I'd take offense It's not his fault, he's just an ignorant cunt Well he soon realised that he made a mistake, could have been the boots and braces He didn't know what a real skinhead was, thought he was talking to a fellow racist But I have no time for that shit at all, I told him what I thought of his muck Told him he should go and get his ginger head checked before it got kicked to fuck
11.
CITY! REBELS! Let's go! It was the place for all the shams to go, gatting vodka and taking yokes Chanting, fighting, getting the score, most of the time ending up on the floor 'Cause ya stood there since the age of seven with your boots and braces in a terraced heaven Plastic seats are there instead, the spirit of the shed, nearly dead – Oi, Oi! The older boys have had their day, now it's the time to have our say Work like dogs all week long, but next week the shed'll be gone Tried to make us sit like knobs, we'll always be Cork City yobs End of the week, our frustration, will be reported to the fucking nation You can't hide us we're here to stay, you can't hide us not going away We'll stick together, proud and true, middle finger salute just for you We'll hunt Coughlan out

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The Jollars debut album, released on Aggrobeat Records aggrobeat.jimdo.com

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released April 15, 2016

All songs by the Jollars. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Stephen Dwane 2014-2015 at Big Skins studios and Steve's house in Dublin. Front cover art by Inkie Skyes. Back cover art by John Coughlan. Photography by Mercy Kellikidis. Layout by Mercy Kellikidis. Logo design by Chris Reilly and the Jollars.


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