Curse The London City Gent Lyrics & Chords By Smokey Bastard

Pay me a dollar for my sweat and my blood With callus hands, I work the land in the pain and the mud I take pride in what I do, to serve is my own joy I will work hard for you...read more

Each town has its cliques those who don't get along and then there's towns I know where certain kids just don't belong so know your rivals
and watch your back 'cause no one's...read more

Pictures of America Seem to fade away! The youth is getting damaged By todays society! The hate is like a fireplug Inside of you and me! Where is my America Where's it...read more

Boys, I remember one September Taking arms up to the crown Beaten up and broken down And the maid that Connaught gave us Who could save us from our shame Grace O'Malley was...read more

We ran outta beer, rum kept us alive Killed all the english, did not fear to fight Now we have to come, hurry, hurry home To fill up the portion, that will make us strong Sail...read more