falling together again

its a bastard of a world, but its the only one we have. so stand the fuck up, do something and leave this world with your fucking fingerprints all over it
who am i you ask? i a mags! king of nothing and person of deeds

i belive that to change the world, you have to first be aware, then, you can stand up and fucking fight for it

if you dont want to, go and cover your head and cry in the corner. but this world will change, if you like it or not

the police (in my eyes) are no different to the black and tans that the British sent into Ireland to try push the communities into line

“Come out you black and tans!
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away!
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!

Oh! Come out you British Huns!
Come out and fight without your guns!
Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry;
You murdered sixteen men and you’ll do the same again!
So get out of here and take your bloody army!”

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

If you stay British Soldiers If you stay
You’ll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip And leave us bloody be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We’re not British, we’re not Saxon we’re not English
We’re Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your Union Jack We want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We’ll fight them British Soldiers for the cause
We’ll never bow to Soldiers because
Troughout our history We were born to be free
So get out British bastards leave us be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more
Yes, we will fight you for 800 more!

when the boss comes callin’ you’ll be on your own

when the boss comes callin’ will you stand alone?

when the boss comes callin’ will you let them in?
when the boss comes callin’ will you stand and fight?

when the boss comes callin’ we must unite

when the boss comes callin’ we can’t let them win
let em know 

we gotta take the bastards down

let them know
we gotta smash ‘em to the ground

let em know

we gotta take the bastards down


My daddy was a union man
And I’m a union man’s son
And I’ll stick with the union
Till every battle’s won

They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there
You’ll either be a union man
Or a thug for J.H. Blair

Oh, workers can you stand it?
Oh, tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?

Don’t scab for the bosses
Don’t listen to their lies
Us poor folks haven’t got a chance
Unless we organize