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For The Damned, The Dumb and The Delirious

by Big D and the Kids Table

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    Walls
    Clothes Off
    Modern American Gypsy
    Best Of Them All
    Rotten
    Brain's-A-Bomb
    My Buddy's Back
    Stringers
    Destination Gone Astray
    Roxbury
    Home
    It's Raining Zombies On Wall Street
    Set Me Straight
    Not Our Fault
    Riot Girl
    Good Looking
    One Day
    As Long As We're Still Cool

    release date: July 11, 2011
    label: SideOneDummy

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1.
Walls 03:07
Well let's do this! Go on and set it up! Every time I think of you I really wanna blow chunks Yah and every time I see you, yah I think I'm going nuts Their catty stuck up ways, you know they make my life double tough And the way you make me feel like a worthless fuck Without them I know that I'm a better me Can you hear me, can you hear me? Without them I know I'm a better me Can you hear me? Stepping out to knock the walls of you down Stepping out Stepping out to knock the walls of you down Knock them down Oi, Yah Break them down so I can be free I'm gonna save whatever's left of me Every time you see me, yah, you always make a silly fuss So pumped that I ain't with you, yah, I always listen to my gut I'm sorry that your life is boring, yah, sure it must be wicked tough But man life is great now, I ain't your lap dog mutt
2.
Clothes Off 01:47
Eight bucks and a PBR, a rude boy knows the score Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour One shot, two shot, three shot, floor I think I fell in love with you When you dragged me out the door Where the hell's our mates man? Man I don't know Where's your bag and hat? What is going on? You helped me take all of my clothes off Yah I love you, yah I really do You cleaned up all my throw up You saved me when my mind was mush What a nice thing to do Everybody's fucked off But no not you Do you really need some help boy? Yah, I think I do You helped me take all of my clothes off Yah I love you, yah I really do You saved me when my mind was mush What I nice thing to do Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad One punch, two punch, three punch, slab I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab Where the hell's your mates man? We were drinking at the show Where are they now? Man I don't know
3.
Modern The modern American gypsy Bruised, battered, but free Start today Some of us are born to not assimilate at all That's what I was thinking with you against the bar Brace yourself Brace yourself for a true, long life There's nothing they can take or sell me That I won't always have with me The world's enough The world's enough for us who believe First I'm gonna sell everything I see in sight The modern day slave is a gypsy overnight Free yourself Free yourself from their lies You get one life Then drink with God A juicy life I bend my odds It's my right I dare you to take from, from me No you're never gonna see it all If you crawl And there's no more time to stall And you know you can't deny the call Your call
4.
And when your girl's shit father won't leave you alone Saying you ain't got the heart and you ain't got the soul, After working all day, overtime and some more, Just say, “I'm clocking out and heading to the bar” And when the dept collectors won't stop with the calls And your heat and your phone have been shut off And your girl's looking stressed and mighty raw Tell her, “We're clocking out and heading to the bar” And we'll all spin around, spin around and again No the lousy booze ain't just family, they're a trusted friend And if your life ain't fair just toast and sing Oi, cheers to us, we're the best of the all We all need to breathe, drinks are on me So drink on, drink on And when they lay you off from your lousy job, After five years, saying you did something wrong And the CEO is at the end of the bar Just scream, “Hey Prick, best get out of my bar” And when your sister's ex-boyfriend, The one who cheated a lot, Is smirking and laughing leaning on that bar And your girlfriend says you don't have to behave at all Just scream, “Hey Prick, best get out of my bar” Stay young, stay strong Because we're the ones, yah we're the ones Because it's one, two, three Knock them back with me And drink on
5.
Rotten 02:18
What makes you think you can do the things you do? Leave me at the party, with no ride, now I'm screwed Borrow money from me when I need it and I'm broke And when I ask for it back you make me feel like I'm a joke Making out with other people's property you porno loose You can only be happy wearing other people's shoes I think that you need to quarantine Scrub your mind and your body until you're finally clean Because... Everything you say yah, is completely rotten Everything you think yah, is completely rotten You're rotten, you're rotten, rotten through and through I'd rather be me than a rotten lucky you You screw your best friends any chance that you get You're better my enemy, because friendship you don't get Chump on the bills, but you always got the cash How was my beer, when you took to get smashed I'm boiling over, I'm boiling over, I'm boiling over yah You're stool no longer saved by me at the bar Things are clear now; I know exactly what to do I'd rather be me than a rotten lucky you Yah, you're rotten Yah, completely rotten From your brain to your body, you're rotten through and through And I'd rather be alone than a rotten lucky you
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My buddy's back from that wicked long war I can't wait to tell him that I finally did score He wrote he's old enough to finally buy us beer My buddy's back and I want the world to hear My buddy's back, hope he still likes tipping cows Hope he still digs playing Maiden loud I watched his girlfriend, when he saw me he said, "Thanks" I washed his chonies and they were crazy, crazy rank My buddy's back My buddy's back My buddy's back from that wicked long war He'll do his Kung Fu on the bullies down the street I'll explain with a license you can have weed Show him all the new movies that came out Explain they redo all the cool ones (and they all suck) Band's back together, he's our singer and he'll shout (Raw) We play in my dad's garage on Wednesdays (Come check us out) I can't believe my best buddy is back Because he rejoined our guild on the World of Warcraft And at the airport I brought him a beer, His dog, his mom, his car, His girl, a hot pizza and our weird buddy Rob (what's up?) My buddy's back My buddy's back My buddy's back from that wicked long war My buddy's back My buddy's back My buddy's back from that wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked long war Yeah, that crazy, crazy war Ah, that crazy, crazy war Yeah, that crazy, crazy war Maybe his mom will stop coming by She makes me pancakes, hot dogs and apple pie I'll finally get to stop walking his mean dog But he ain't getting back his '70 Dodge Dart His sister's now my girl, over the summer she got cute If you let me date her, when I see you I'll salute I know he won't dig the ending of Lost But he'll laugh that our bass player Rob is now a cop (what's up?) My buddy's back My buddy's back My buddy's back from that wicked long war My buddy's back My buddy's back My buddy's back from that wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked long war Yeah, that crazy, crazy war Ah, that crazy, crazy war Yeah, that crazy, crazy war My buddy's back from that wicked long war We're all so happy you can hear my town roar But every night I'll be staring at the shore Because there's still one more buddy that I'm waiting for
8.
Stringers 03:00
When we're driving to the local bar On the radio's the latest pop Can you turn it off When we're walking by the local shops On the tele is that polished pop The silly singer is like a striper A dancing baby doll American girl Please can you turn it off Just turn it off Don't want to hear no stringer - Oh no Just play SKA, Punk or Rock 'n' Roll radio Don't want to hear no Stringer - Hell No We want to here something cool in our stereo Is that too much, too much to ask? No! Put some coinage in that jukebox Scroll around and cue up my tunes We grab the table in the way back First round of botteld beer will be here soon Sort with the waitress shots of whiskey She dissaperars in the crowded room That's when we here something tastless The silly pop stars single starts to boom
9.
It's an argument Of fools Is it gonna be you to? Destination gone astray You had you're on that target But when you grew up, you saw things all changed But we ain't the type that don't forget And you ain't stressing about Fame There is view from a bed with bars Where the same are starving You're mother says you're a off track Punk But she ain't no social Model You're farther says you ain't no big man But can't his face out of his bottle Don't let them have a hold on you Keep your knife carving Your destination gone astray Out if the public's eye
10.
Wake up on matters alone in Roxbury Take the #1 bus to the subway We move our music with Our own strong hands Flier the streets from Allston to Brighton Somervile, Cambridge then back to Boston We move our music with Our own... ...hand grabbing on to hands A basement and three bands Beer's up stairs, if you fancy a smoke Just ask the girl there, no need to get your head on now We all make up the crowd And i, I'm happy, yah, to just know you Police moan about a noise complaint No bother though there proper and straight We wrap our cans and take To the streets, our dirt bad lads Come in from the cold Firts The Model then McGreevey's if you're low on dosh, don't stress Tell me Life's to hard That's why we pack together here... ...have another beer Brush the snow off with your fears Fuck work and your shit Dad look around He ain't even here... ...have another beer Join us all in good cheer Because we all smell that it will be another bad... ...year after year, We all hope things will get clear Oi! Hey! Here have another beer Brush the snow off with your fears Take life light and when you stress you that we'll be... ...here have another beer Join us all in good cheer Because we all smell that it will be another bad... ...year after year, We akk just jope things will get clear Until then, yah, until then friend, Until the we will celebrate with beer Until then, yah, until then friend, Until the we will celebrate with good cheer
11.
Home 02:46
Midnight with my arm slung around my arm Off the subway in lower Allston Home Will they except me back home? Even tough I've been gone for so long Will they accept me back home? Heading up the stairs to Charlie's On a saturday night See all the boys, they saying "Hell man, ain't you a good sight" No other questions, no dissapointed eyes, No reason to not feel right Take a seat at the bar, order a shot and a beer Sure is nice to be home with friends that are dear Home, I'm finally home
12.
It's raining zombies on wall street You bet you're ass i'm one of them We're floating down strapped to air balloons I'm looking down sipping a bottle of gin It's raing zombies on wall street We're gonna eat corrupt broker men It's time us zombies have our time Oi first course begins I'll eat their hearts and I'll eat their brains Give them a dose of payback pain I'll eat their hearts and I'll eat their brains The end of lying, greedy men It's raining zombies on wall street You bet you're ass I'm one of them When I get my hand on Rush Limbaugh I'll split his legs like a chicken wing It's raing zombies on wall street Nowhere for the corrup to run Glenn Beck better hide man Eat extremist Republicans They treat us like we are mindless American roayalty will end Zombies walking through wall street I'm dragging Ann Coulter by her hair I'm gonna take her to the slum towns Wanna show her how we live there Zombies walking through Wall street Coulter scream for her life to spare But she never helped anyone So her last breath will be right here They treat us like we are mindless American roualty will end It's raining zombies on wall street Nowhere for the corrupt to run Murdoch better hide man A message to you republicans We're gonna eat their hearts and Eat their brains The end of all the lying, greedy men We're gonna eat their hearts and Eat their brains In the end the world will finally be sane
13.
They all wanna, wanna, set me straight They all wanna, wanna, set me straight They said they found me something wrong with me What could be wrong with me That ain't wrong with you - fuckers I think I found something wrong with you You care too much about me When you need to sort you Why do they all wanna set me straight Why do they all wanna set me straight Fuckers Srop all your teaching All your reacing All your efforts To make me see See I don't wanna, wanna be set straight No, I don't wanna, wanna be set straight To be the same a clone of life, a chance so no one falls the same If you can not command your self Then you will deffintely obey It seems that everyone is just a modern day slave From the bums, to the coppers and maybe you one day They'll never, ever set me straight They'll never, ever set me straight Fuckers
14.
She grabs food off the aisle because she ain't got no cash See her daddy threw her out after she stood up for her self So the store clerk, tell the coppers and the coppers tell her dad So she's gonna catch some hell But it's not her fault Sitting on the bench she sees her dad talk to the law Then comes a beat up kid thrown up against teh wall They toss him dowm beside her and they tell him not to talk He says "What the hell did you do?" She saud "It's not my fault" Desperate shoplifting Is not her fault Oi The girl takes a liking to the boy right away She cleans a bit of blood off him whit her black hanckichief She asks him what had happened; who the hell had scraped him up? It was eight kids at a party But it's not my fault He goes... Already got a chip on my shoulder tonight Ready for a bad time on saturday night Whe the Ivy Leaguers saw him in the party whoa no They surrounded me with fists But it's not his fault Just, just being It's not his fault Take a look Open your eyes Yah, everybody's not the same See some of us gotta do tjhings right That to some just might seem insane Oh.. they both take a liking Necking in a station Skippe dout without telling Yah you gotta love them Oh yeah it's not our fault
15.
Riot Girl 03:11
Mary how do you dance so fun and free? Well up there on the bar with a Switch blade pressed against your teeth Mary what is it you like about me? Telling all the other girlsnto back off Or they''ll get beat Yeah go ahead Eric, pour us another drink We're ditching out On our shit jobs we think Yah. Mary oh Mary Is born to be a radicall you'll see A New England riot girl and me Yes, I like how... She never needs no help I like how she always has a snappy line MAry never takes to much Just enough to keep her feeling fine
16.
Good Looking 03:57
I ain't rich And I ain't good looking So tell me what am I standing here for If you ain't rich If you ain't good looking Cast away, you'll be from this world will you be Love a girl Sorry boy looose her It's that cute trick From the girls Woman wonder How there men got so dark But each one of them Once blew out his light I'm alright I've always got some dollars but i'm getting older Just a few dollars ain't enough anymore So I sit With my messily dollars Wondering why I can't eat anymore But I aly Beside the water The sun shines on And I will be warm Some will sit At a desk forever Wondering waht That sun shines on You may stop and wonder Waht life is for
17.
One Day 03:53
One day, I'll stop stealing beer from clubs, toilet paper, paper towels, light bulbs and even the cigarette stained rug One day, I'll stop hanging in the bars With the late-night punks and lousy women And all those toxic hanger-ons Did you know, Life is easier than they claim, When you ain't obsessed with fame, And the world knows you'll never be tame When gasoline soaked, With an open zippo flame, Livin' life is a no-rules game, And if I ever step in line I'm to blame. No, don't wait around for me, I'm stickin' to the first plan, It's workin' out for me No, don't wait around for me, Still a mess of countries left that I haven't see. Old friends have grown into American bodies, Have given up on their hobbies, And pull me aside and say "Don't you ever change." An old man, Took a seat next to me at the bar, Let me find out who each other are, And pull me close and go "Don't you ever change." So don't wait around for me, I'm enjoying life too much, I'm self-made free Nah, don't wait around for me, Go ahead with your own life, But me.... Life's blown on mics, Dive on endless heads, Play with as much power to wake the living dead Why I don't fear, Adrenalize new heights, I'll make your Monday into fuckin' Saturday Night. No, don't wait around for me, I don't agree with the values and interests of society No, don't wait around for me, What a decrescendo, Huh? Humanity No, don't wait around for me, You tasted (so warm?), (That's life for me?) No, don't wait around for me, Gotta do my own thing, I'm self-made free
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Big D and the Kids Table Boston, Massachusetts

Big D and the Kids Table front man David McWane has said, "There are people who want to be in a band and then there are musicians." Once in a while a group comes along that makes music simply because they have no other choice - they are addicted musicians. McWane describes the group as - "Modern American gypsies."

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