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• Smash It Up - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Give 'Em The Boot - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Loud And Proud - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Janie Hawk - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Breakaway - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Boys Will Be Boys - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• 1984 - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Gal Friend - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Punch The Clock - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• New York Belongs To Me - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Lower East Side - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Hooligans - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Turncoat - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• The Boys - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Screw You - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Run Johnny Run - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Riot, Riot, Riot - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Radio, Radio - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Look at Me - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Kiss Kiss Kill Kill - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• Just Us - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• It's Alright - Roger Miret And The Disasters
• I Don't Like You - Roger Miret And The Disasters

Gonna smash bottles all over the street
Gonna cause a threat on society!
Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up
Gonna run wild gonna smash it up!
Down in the heart of alphabet city
yuppies are taking over it, it really makes me sick
Disney's on the corner of 42nd and Broadway
Slowly pulling the core out of it
Isn't it shitty, isn't it a fuckin pity
What the hell is wrong with you?
Is giving in that easy?
Have you a rebellious bone in you?
C'mon c'mon, upstarts LET'S GO!
Urban rebels taking to the streets
Tired of conformity, gonna smash society
A revolution call for you and me
It's up to us to take back, take back our city
Taking over NEW YOUR CITY!
SMASH IT UP! Upstarts LET'S GO! LET'S GO!

Chaos on the streets
What a price to pay for glory
Loud, proud, and punk
Just another East Side Story
1 to start the fight
3 to do it right
Bottle to the head
Boot between the eyes
The story of my life!
Back with a bang now! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Taking back the street with fury
Blood, sweat and guts
Yeah another East Side Story
Get ready for your life!
In the streets we're gonna fight for glory
Fist to fist we'll end the stories
yeah I ain't never been sorry
And when in doubt I'll knock 'em out
Give 'em the boot, give 'em the boot now!
Give 'em the boot, give 'em the boot now!
And when in doubt just knock 'em out!

I wanna feel again
I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!
I wanna bleed again
I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD!
Breaking glass in the burning nights
No, it's not an illusion
Figure it out, man! Can you shout!
Viva la revolution!
Back with the gang we're taking over our city
Smashing bottles, slashing tires
Flipping autos, store fronts on fire!
Running down the streets causing loads of trouble
I wanna feel again
I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!
I wanna bleed again
I wanna fight - LOUD AND PROUD!
Riots playing on television
Can you see our noise?
The radios warning not to walk the streets!
Cause they feel our anger... there goes the enemy!
I wanna feel again
I wanna fight again
I wanna bleed again
I wanna shout - LOUD AND PROUD!

There she goes walking down the streets, Janie never hurt nobody
She's a punk rocker from Queens, a sex pistol, a real tease
Janie jumped the R into the city, to meet the gals on Avenue B
She walked in McKensey's Pub, to find 3 punks wanting to fight her
[Chorus]
She's an outcast, a rebel, a misfit
She's out of step of society
She wears fishnets tights, a studded vest
Leopard print creepers and bondage pants
Rebel, rebel she tore her vest
Rebel, rebel her face is a mess
She's a riot girl, she's so automatic
A riot girl yeah she's pretty rotten!
Janie kicked and fought her way out, 3 on 1 she caught it hard
Friday night the following week, she went back to 6th and B
Sat on a stool and lit a cigarette, ordered herself a coke and gin
Jumped up and ran into the streets, she swore revenge!
Yeah, see ya next week!
[Chorus]
20 years gone bad, Janie Hawk ain't the same
She doesn't smile, she doesn't cry, she doesn't have much to say
She wears her hawk down and her way cool studded vest
Janie's lost her mind in her thoughts, yet her heart, it still remains
Hey ho - let's go!
[Chorus]
Woh oh oh
Woh oh oh
...

Don't wanna be with you
Don't want, don't wanna know you
You can't believe it's true
It's true I'm so over you
I'm done giving to you
That's that, I'm so tired of your!
Would you believe if I told you
I never liked a thing aobut you!
Never cared for you!
I never liked you
Never gave a fuck about you!
Never cared for you!
Don't wanna know you
Thoughts of you just make me sick!
Gotta breakaway, gotta breakaway
Gotta, gotta, gotta breakaway!
You make me sick!

A riot boy I just don't give a shit
Wasting your time I ain't listening
PC punks fuck off! Shove your fuckin dove
Evil is the bastard that's gonna spit in your face
Boots and braces we're out again
Drank a bit much don't give a damn
Boys! Boys will be boys
They will be boys... Oi! Oi!
Fought the law ain't never been sorry
A rock n roll thug out for glory
Chaos is my life, violence makes me tick
Steering up the boys and getting ready for a fight

In 1984 we ruled the streets of New York City
Street rock'n'roll, Street Hardcore!
In the day we sweat it out
For the love of the Lower East side
With our gangs Street fights!
1984! Short hair rock'n'roll!
1984! Skinheads!
Society tried its best to kill us
But we knew never to turn
Glory days of 1984!
We were the endangered species
We fucking blew them all to pieces!
With our strive and our loyalty

You're the greatest gal this boys ever had
Wouldn't trade you for a million bucks
Everyday there's something new that keeps me loving you
A fool would I be to lose you
A quarter to four and I haven't slept
Thoughts of you run wildly through my head
Everyday I think of you, I'm so in love with you
A fool would I be to lose you
Hey Angel face, how about you and me just run away? run away.
Can you believe me when I say?
My love for you is here to stay?
I'll never ever walk away
You're my best friend... Gal friend

City streets full of anger
Broken bottles and gentrification
You don't know were you fit any longer
Opprotunities have faded away
Making needs to stay alive
A vague memory of right and wrong
Time bomb! Life's been a hopeless riddle
Time bomb! Here's the joke the last laugh's on me
9 seconds remaining, tick-tock, tick-tock
987654321... fuck you!
Getting tired of punching the clock
What's the point for what career?
Still in a daze and confused
Must've gone over my head
Never saw it coming
A thought of going postal on you

Years of being told you ain't as good as us
Join the line and sign your name
And they said that our city's going bust
But no-one's fooling us again
[Chorus]
New York belongs to me
A city's pride the dirty water on the Hudson river
No one can take away the memory
Oh Oh, New York belongs to me
We'll show the world that the boys are back to stay
And you all know what we can do
Heads held high, fighting all the way
For the red, white, and blue
[Chorus]

It all went wrong
Where's it all gone
Where'd it all go?
Outraged on Avenue C
Thinking back on how it used to be
What's built up has been knocked down
Those beliefs we held so strong- So strong!
Fucking weakened to the media's blow
Is this the truce we said we'd die for?
Staring at these empty walls
The breaks and cracks tell it all
I fought the law with blood and honor
I really meant there was no justice- just us!
Fuckin' stood strong on my words
I bled the truce, I'll stand beside her!

Yesterday I woke up in a Queens county jail
I remember throwing punches, smashing bottles, breaking chairs
Post bond today, on my way home, hell there's gotta be a better way
Stitches on my knuckles, blood on my face
[Pre-chorus]
To tell the truth I don't give a damn
It's just me and the boys, a shot of Jager for my friends!
[Chorus x3]
We're pissed (we're pissed)
We're drunk (we're drunk)
Hooligans!
Don't know where I'm going or what I need
I don't really care what they say or what they think of me
People tend to fear me 'cause they can't understand all my rage!
Scars on my knuckles, scars on my face
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus x3]
We're pissed!
[Chorus x3]
Well, I'm pissed and I'm drunk

Did you believe that I would turn my back, on my life and all of my dreams?
Bet you thought I would stand aside and watch you lie and let you be
Turncoat! You fucking two face
Turncoat! It's you I hate!
Turncoat! You fucking two face
Days ago you walked along with us, on our side, fought our fights
So deny your past, spit on us, stab our backs and laugh as we bleed?
Turncoat! You fucking two face
Turncoat! It's you I hate!
Turncoat! You fucking twoface...bite the hand that feeds you!
You're nothing but a two face! Another leech of society
Suck another dick! Kiss another ass!
Hope to see you fall into a 6 foot ditch
How's your bed feel? You pathetic bitch!...Fuck you

We're the boys of the bowery, the voice of the pissed-Hey!
Rock'n'roll warriors stomping the streets
Working class pride and loyalty
Injustice! Is what we see
Tell us the truth, Don't play us for fools
Tell us the truth today!-Oi!
Gonna make 'em speak the truth
We're gonna fight 'em all the way
Society's failed us, Society's gonna pay
One way or another they'll feel our pain

Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band
Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head
Nobody to answer to
No rules to compromise
Gonna do what I wanna do
Nate you and all your kind
Say you don't like whom I am, you gonna stop me from coming around?
Want nobody giving me orders, it really fuckin' pisses me off - FUCK OFF!
Nobody to answer to
No rules to compromise
Gonna do what I wanna do
Hate you and all your kind
I'm living in a dead society
Unproductive but I don't care
I'm living in a dead society
I'll tell you how it is, some ones always gonna want to screw you!
SCREW YOU - Tell me what really matters to you?
SCREW YOU - Yeah I'm talking, I'm talking to you
SCREW YOU - DOes anybody give a fuck about you?
SCREW YOU - I'll tell you how it is, some ones always gonna want to screw you!
Street cop and I took a swing, woke up in a county jail
No sir I didn't do a thing, I can't afford to pay my bail
Nobody to answer to
No rules to compromise
Gonna do what I wanna do
Hate you and all your kind

Just the other day I threw the trash through Rony's window
Pissed on the wall of the 5th St. precinct
Ran around screaming LOUD FAST RULES! Ain't that the truth
Dead end boys we never gave a fuck
Run Johnny run, go have some fun
Run Johnny run, he's got a gun
So I rolled a yuppie for his Rolex
Blew it on some tattoos, bought some booze
Smashing loads of bottles along the way to the matinee
Ended up a guest of New York State
Problems! A no win, no solution for runaways
Product of our blessed institution
Runaway to your nothing revolution
Here we go again fixin' these mistakes
Blame it on the state, call him human waste
Mommy didn't care, daddy turned away
Tell him he's a loser, tell it to the press
Johnny's got no future, he's just a fuckin' mess

Riot! Riot! Riot! C'mon let's go [x3]
Just today like any other day
Turned on the news, what's that someone's got to say?
Fuck their peace, fuck what they have to say
Who's to accuse for all this fucking mess?
Well I'm still real sick, still got no remedy
My life's got no authority
can't see straight no visibility
Every cheating wolf makes a bargin with the world
Every 2 bit thief robs the blind and the poor
Well I believe in innocent till proven guilty
He who fucks society dies in laughter silently

What's that playing on the radio? On the radio, on the radio
I hear the music blasting from across the hall
It drives me crazy I can't take it anymore
Until it stops I'll keep banging on your wall
What's that playing on the radio?
I'm reaching out to you but you don't hear my call
I'm aggravated I can't take it anymore
If you don't answer me I'll break this fuckin' door
What's that playing on the radio?
Your fuckin' music's got me edged against the wall
I've had enough of it I can't take it anymore
I'm feeling nauseous and my ears are getting sore
What's that playing on the radio?
Can't you hear my aggravation?
Full of anger and frustration
Blown my fuse I'm so impatient
Tired of this situation
I just want an explanation
What is with your generation?
Tell me what's your motivation
I just want to scream!

I'm on the verge of going insane, tired of fighting
Seems to me I'm always in the blame
Broken dreams and old battle scars, still haven't changed
I fight the law you turn away, are you listening to me?
Let it go on, let it all just run away
So tired of you bitching and whining and complaining
And doing nothing about it
Are you moving on? or are you just gonna stand in my way
This time I'm gonna go for mine gonna drag you along with me
I couldn't have it any other way, look at me I'm fighting
I kinda love taking all the blame, look at me
Hey you!
Look at me
Hey you!
Tell me what you see
Hey you!
Look at me

Summer punks on Avenue B
Grubbing change and pissing the fuck out of me
Their gutter smell offends me
Who made it cool to live in poverty?
On the beat, cop'ers running the street
Taking New York City away from me
They want to rule my life!
Wanna strip me of my beliefs
Dirty deeds ain't never been cheap
Paid my dues to this life I choose to live
nothings ever been free
Nothings ever been given to me
Those many nights I've felt insane, I don't need to justify
I can't no longer feel the pain, can't tell what's wrong from right
A fist full of anger, tired of the same old stories
no substitutions, no sorry's
Kiss me - Kill me.

Spring of '81 - Summer '82
Streets were full of punks, where the fuck was you?
Fall of '83 - Winter '84
Infiltrated us, tried to take it all
Where were you when I had no bed?
Where were you when I had no food?
Why did you come for more? I'm asking you!
Wasn't there enough rope, didn't I give enough to you
Where were you when I was cold?
Were you there when I took my fall?
Just Us! The gang stood strong
Just Us! While you were gone
Should have never believed in you and seen you through
You never were the type to fight for our truce
Spring of '81 - Summer '82 - Fall of '83 - Winter '84
The gang stood strong, WE STOOD ON OUR OWN!!!

I wanna kick some heads in
I wanna running riot
I'm feeling loud and proud
Ready for a fight - LET'S GO!
Street punk from Brooklyn buys himself a box of matches
Straps the 'ol chain, dirty trousers, ripped t-shirt and leather jacket
Billy's on his way, say's he's gonna burn the state
Gonna burn 'em down - it's alright - burn baby burn
An outcast from Queens with an 8 ball in a sock
Gonna fight in boot n'braces, cuffed jeans and a fresh #2 crop
Jimmy's on a rage, someone's gonna have to pay
Gonna set em straight - it's alright - go Jimmy go!
Someone's going down tonight - they're going down!
Gonna get their heads kicked in
Gonna burn em down - gonna burn em down
Gonna shake the government
Can you feel the rush?
Can you hear us shout - let's go!
Gonna show them politicians what we're all about
I wanna kick some heads in - well it's alright!
I wanna running riot - well it's alright!
I'm feeling loud and proud - well it's alright!
I'm ready for a fight - well it's alright!

I don't like you!
Fuck you, I hate you
Fuck off! fuck you!
Don't wanna be part of your order
Wanna play in my street punk band
Playing loud music
Pissing on the latest fad
I won't pretend to like you
'Cause I ain't no social fool
I don't give a damn what you think of me
Don't really give a fuck 'cause I don't like you!
Fuck you, I hate you
Fuck off! fuck you!
Don't give a shit what you say
Ain't listen to your lies
My pride ain't up for sale
So knock on some others life
You think 'cause you dress the same
It's gonna buy into our kind
These boots are made for stomping
And they'll stomp all over you! fuck you!
Fuck you, I hate you
Fuck off! fuck you!