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Caldwell Park
01:58
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Got gray matter oozing from my brain,
covers everything I touch
Pushed away anyone I loved,
now I’m sleeping on a Caldwell bench
I was a boy in pain,
now I’m a broken man
If the devil’s in the bottle,
I’m the devil all the time
If the devil’s in the bottle,
I’m the devil all the time
If the devil’s in the bottle,
I’m the devil all the time
I’m the devil all the time
I’m the devil all the time
All these mistakes I’ve made,
get wrecked!
To all the people I’ve ever hurt,
get fucked!
All these mistakes I’ve made,
get wrecked!
To all the people I’ve ever loved,
get fucked!
I’m
fucked!
Fucked
up!
I’m fucked in the head,
you can’t save me now
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2. |
White-Collared Thieves
01:01
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Defend
your city
Protect
your streets
Beware the smile
of white-collared thieves
Is the hand that feeds you
the same that holds your leash?
When you stare into their eyes
is it the look of deceit?
Don’t want your money,
don’t need your lies,
just get the fuck out of my neighborhood
Your city is yours to own
You decide how it’s grown
Broken arms can’t steal from you
A broken jaw can’t lie to you
Greedy men will end up
knocked out cold face down in the gutter
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3. |
Strike of '37
01:25
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Worked to the bone
in the Valley heat
A dime for every dollar
the big boss made
A blue-collar town
in a state corrupt
They took to the streets
when they’d had enough
In the face of the axe and the shotgun blast,
they held the line, unified,
in the Strike of ’37…
Riot!
Rise!
Up!
Take!
Control!
Labor unity,
unity is strength
Labor unity,
unity in numbers
smash oppressive states
(Take back what’s yours)
smash oppressive states
(Take back what’s yours)
When the dust settled down
and the cannery was theirs,
they screamed into the streets:
“You’ll never take it back!”
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4. |
Rough and Ready
01:24
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Beat down
like Billy Tully in the last round
Thinking to himself, goddamn,
these streets made a rough man out of me
Break free
from these bonds of doubt
Can’t let the mud hold me down
Said, kid you gotta be..
rough and ready!
Ready to claim your victory
in a world hell-bent on the death of you
12 full rounds in the ring of life gonna knock you down
just can’t let ‘em knock you out
Tighten your gloves for another round,
face the pain pound-for-pound, unbowed
Said, old man take a good hard look at me
This is the face you’re gonna see
Shouting to the crowd from the tope ropes:
“I’m rough and ready!”
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5. |
My City, My Strife
01:35
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We were born with this mud in our veins
left to bleed on the pavement
We were born with this smog in our lungs
left gasping for air
We were born with this fog in our eyes,
left with dreams out of reach
We were born with this hate in our hearts
left with nothing to give
We were born with this pain,
we were born with this shame,
we were born with this name…
If you hate Stockton,
Stockton hates you, too
If you hate Stockton,
Stockton hates you, too
If you hate Stockton,
Stockton hates you, too
If you hate Stockton,
Stockton hates you, too
If you hate Stockton,
fuck you!
Face the shame of our fathers,
designed to hate
Face the pain of our mothers,
resigned to fate
My city,
my strife
My city,
my strife
My city,
my strife
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