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For The Damned, The Dumb and The Delirious

by Big D and the Kids Table

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released July 5, 2011

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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."

Now coming upon their 17th year, Big D has released 2 records: 'Stomp' & 'Stroll'.
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Track Name: Walls
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
Track Name: Clothes Off
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
Track Name: Modern American Gypsy
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
Track Name: Best Of Them All
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
Track Name: Rotten
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
Track Name: My Buddy's Back
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
Track Name: Stringers
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
Track Name: Destination Gone Astray
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
Track Name: Roxbury (Roots n' Shoots)
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
Track Name: Home
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
Track Name: It's Raining Zombies on Wall Street
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
Track Name: Set Me Straight
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
Track Name: Not Our Fault
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
Track Name: Riot Girl
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
Track Name: Good Looking
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
Track Name: One Day
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