She has a tattoo of Joe Stummer,
Never jams the Clash
Dressed kinda thought out punk
Brought a date to the club, that her boyfriend tends bar
Fucking great right?should be a hell of a night
She dates all the genres
Whichever one’s hot
Wears different men & thinks that’s suave
Boyfriend sees her with new lover
Naw, that didn’t take long
Fight breaks out before my band went on
Well, it’s a good old American Saturday night
Yes, it’s a good old American Saturday night
We take the stage at eleven
Rudies climbing the pipes
So far a top shelf show
When an off duty drunk starts throwing his fists
Fucking great right? should be a hell of a night
We go and stop the music & I jump in the crowd
Copper pops me in the mouth
Anarchy ensues he’s tossed out the front
And we start over our second song
Other lyrics by Big D and the Kids Table:
Allston Storm
Always for the people who can’t conform You know, those outside the current norm So, some pick up cast away art forms But for us, we’ve always been: Your Allston storm …
King Margaret
King Margaret, you gotta leave the those kids alone King Margaret, you gotta leave the those kids alone They’ve eaten your mind & body, Now you’re only skin and bones …
Little Talks
After my leg was patched up ’n’ all the glass was cleaned out I was taken to-just basically sit down A new friend of mine sat to talk with me To make sure, well, …
More Fun
Oi oi oi - Time to get out of bed Oi oi oi - No you’re not yet dead Oi oi oi - You became a smelly bum You’re way too careful kid, you need more fun Oi oi oi - What the …
One Like You
I’m one like you, Confused Pondering ‘what hell I’m gonna do’ And you, like me, beat ya mind up ‘till it’s black ’n’ blue Thoughts bruise, we loose, from our own ill …