Studs Up
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03:01
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1. |
Anthem
02:01
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Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are we?
STRAIGHT RED
No yellow
Just straight red
Football violence
Running through my head (no yellows)
Get a fuckin bottle to the face: take
Take take a fuckin bottle to the head
All for the club; that’s all we care about
Fighting for the lads until the end
I pledge allegiance
To the club
Dedicated to annihilation
I solemnly swear
To break the law of Nonviolent Football
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2. |
Old Bastard
02:30
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Grimy elbows mark the bar
Sailor’s mouth;whiff a cheap cigar
Pissed all night, every way
Takin the piss til his dyin’ day
(He’s as old as the club itself
Izzat really the SAME bloke?!?
How’s he still breathin?
WoT’s that?!)
He’s Old
The god damn bastard is
Old
He’s fucking old
Whiskey, vodka, and a pint
Shiv in the boot if you wanna fight
Every match he dons the colors
Tell me you pricks; who’s livin the life?
Hasn’t seen his wife in a minute
Hasn’t seen his family in years
His club never wins he sits there and grins
‘Cuz when they do he’s buyin all the beers
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3. |
Studs Up
03:01
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Hey you
Good lookin’
I’ll take a fuckin bookin’
If your pretty face keeps smilin’ on
I’ve been thinkin
Aside from all the drinkin’
Of sending you right to the fuckin morgue
Studs up
Stud Down
Studs Up
Stud Down
Step over and over
Another twinkle toe-er
Dragging himself slow up off the floor
No chance (NO CHANCE!)
No matter
We came to break and batter
Seeing it through regardless of the score
Studs up
Stud Down
Studs Up
Stud Down
I see you over there
Hands on hips; smarmy posh haircut
$200 boots and lame tattoos
And I think to myself
Time to show some studs what’s what
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4. |
We Hate Us
03:01
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No one
No one
Hates us more than us
No one
No one
Hates you more than us
Chugging Pints and lines are bumpin’
no sticks or seeds in what we’re puffin’
All revved up and ready to fight
If you want a piece just get in line
After all is
said and done
Life’s a match
And the subs are
Comin on
No one
No one
Hates us more than us
No one
No one
Hates you more than we do
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5. |
Own Goal
02:24
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Every single day
Seems more like the same thing
blood sweat pain
They never seem to drain
I’ve been pushing through
Each and every day
And I’ll die! I’ll die! I wanna die trying
To get back to winning ways
The game has been
My love
But sometimes
Love ain’t enough because
I’m crossing the line
Crossing the line
Like the ball into my goal
I crossed the line
What the fuck’s the point
Of any of our strife
If we can’t rise up
From the ashes of our miserable lives?
The score don’t tell the whole story
There’s more to the act
Stand up; dust yourself off, son
It’s fucking time to get one back
The game has been
My love
But sometimes;
Love ain’t enough because
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Football is Violence
02:09
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Up from the dirt and grime
Drugs and sex and love and crime
We had a chance to say goodbye
But we chose to never die
We’ll do all your drugs
We’ll drink all your beer
We’ll piss on everything you love
Then laugh and taunt and cheer in the name of
Violence and football
Violence and football are
One and the same
For us it is our life
For you it’s just a shame
We’ll sniff all your coke
We’ll eat all your molly
We’ll drop all your acid;
Carry on and get our jollies
Violence and football
Violence and football are
One and the same
For you it’s just to pass the time
For us it is The Way
For us each day
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Straight Red Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
It doesn’t matter who you are. It truly doesn’t. Every person alive knows the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Through the hardest times, we have each other and the home team; The Lads. We are all Lads. Bonds are forged that can never be broken. From the pitch to the pub; we support each other. We are Straight Red. And no one - no one - hates us more than us. ... more
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