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Not Dead Yet
02:37
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Well we’ve played in towns right across this land
Drank with the kids, enjoyed the bands
Know what Norms can’t understand
Cue the fun, forget the bland
Through the gate, around the back
Not the wrong side -- on the tracks
Army boots, dressed all in black
Can’t wait ‘til the band attacks
Let’s go, I wanna go
Down the steps the basement calls
Red Fisher House, Disgraceland, all
Sweat suffuses air and walls
Mom and dad would be appalled
Five buck party til you die
Drinking happens just outside
Listen ‘til your senses fry
Now you leave the world behind
Let’s go, I wanna go
CHORUS
You know we’re present tense, we’re not dead yet
Worldwise, worldwide, not dead yet
Millions, billions, not dead yet
Want the address? Ask a Punk
All are welcome, not the junk
Suits and mohawks, sober, drunk
Good times you just slam and dunk
Let’s go
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2. |
Jenny is a Punk
02:50
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Jenny’s been a Punk since she was just a little girl
Confident, resilient, is gonna change the world
Working class, kicks some ass, she’s always in the fight
All her friends beside her coz they know she’s always right
CHORUS
A new way, a new day
Leave it all behind you, black and white will fade to grey
A new way, a new day
The times they are a-changin’, and soon’s your time to play
But not today
Jenny’s got our vote she’s gonna take em for a ride
Only way to beat the system is from deep inside
Got new friends, means to new ends, she blends with the elite
Can’t but wonder if this is a win or a defeat
Got herself a seat in the House of ill-repute
Learn that good intentions may not be absolute
Jenny was a Punk since she was just a little girl
Now she looks back at us from the top of the world
She’s all class and talking fast, she’s always in a fight
No one left beside her who can tell her wrong from right
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3. |
Tear it Down
01:41
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Seems the idiot is an American
And it’s 1955 again
War on minorities, war on the trees
Allies, friends and Mexicans
CHORUS
Let’s tear it down
Down to the ground
Gotta run that bastard right out of town
The world is being built out of your dreams and your choices
Better make the final one count
Stoking hate, encouraging more ignorance
Just how can any of this make any sense?
Building walls, watching while an empire falls
It’s all about the dollars and Pence
A brand new volume in The Art of the Lie
Aimed at the old, the bewildered, the white
A government run by those who back Nazi scum
Time to walk them into the light
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Fried, freeze-dried or fricasseed’s a good way to start now
Let him grow some fangs and put a stake through his heart - ow!
Fentanyl-laced cheese might do it, so would an anvil
Buy a cat, a baseball bat, or drop in a landfill
CHORUS
There’s 50 ways to pop him, and there’s 50 ways to stop him,
and theres 50 ways that Mickey Mouse could fry tonight
50 ways to paste him, and there’s 50 ways to waste him,
and theres 50 ways that Mickey Mouse could die tonight
Sliced, diced or bitten by a deadly rabid Pluto
Decapitated, grated or crushed by angry Bluto
Acetone will do the trick, a good old-fashioned gunshot
Set a trap, neck goes snap, force-feed him some gutrot
Bugs could take him, Taz filet him, Scar shake & bake him
Wil E drop him off a cliff, exterminate him
Malificent just zaps him, Elmer double taps him just in case
Boiled, broiled or roasted on a spit by Cruella
Knifed in the back by Minnie and her new fella
Throttled, bottled, flattened by a falling piano
Pest control can do the job or call Hitman-and-Go
All right
Not so bright
Die tonight
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5. |
A Thousand Guitars
02:21
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Walking in the shadows of abandoned hopes and screams
Dilapidated skeletons that stink of St-Henri
Tracks cut cross the ground and lead a million miles away
Screaming metal sirens that are begging me to play
CHORUS
A thousand guitars - I can’t stop listening
A thousand guitars - blanket the night
A thousand guitars - beautiful and blistering
Distortion of delight, a contortion of the might
And the may be
Nothing to gain
More blood and pain
In joy insane
Smoke it twists and dances, imps and devils line the walls
Sweat becomes a blanket that descends on one and all
Distortion at eleven, eardrums burst and senses fry
Lose my brain, my liver and my innocence Traxide
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6. |
A Politician Always Wins
02:16
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Watch what they say
Watch what they do
It all changes day to day
And now there’s nothing left for you
CHORUS
It’s just another talking head on just another screen
What you’ve seen and what you read is never what they mean
No more lies and no more cred, just like its always been
No matter how you vote a politician always wins
Pay for their sins
Time to be heard
Time for our turn
Time for action not for words
Tear it down and watch it burn
For their sins
The fix is in
One vote for change
One vote deranged
Honesty integrity
More than words and now you see
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Wake up unexpectedly
No hangover, mind is free
Mohawk maiden next to me
Makes me feel like singing...
It’s a Good Day to be Punk
A Good Day to be Punk
Just spike your jacket, make a racket
Good Day to be Punk
Got my banner, out the door
Hope for peace, prepared for war
Friends and comrades, now one more
And I feel like shouting...
It’s a Good Day to be Punk
A Good Day to be Punk
Yell it loudly, sing it proudly
Good Day to be Punk
I wanna live by my own rules
You can live by yours
Punk provides me all the tools
A new world worth enforcing
At the bar, my friends all here
Full of laughter, full of beer
On the stage my maiden dear
And she starts her raging...
It’s a Good Day to be Punk
A Good Day to be Punk
Be the bold one, have a cold one
Good Day to be Punk
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8. |
514
01:57
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Driving through the slalom of the traffic cones
Overpasses stripped to their dust and bones
Siri says left but there’s just concrete
Try to kill us? We’ll never meet defeat
Finally find a spot on Ste-Catherine street
Terrasses overflow in the Springtime heat
Sipping on a Tremblay, poutine on my plate
Spoonman plays the soundtrack for the day
CHORUS
Day or night
Wrong or right
Five-one-for tonight
Television tuned to the N-H-Hell
Habs are happening and doing well
A drunken roar, the cup in play
The crowd erupts, corrupts a brand new day
Dancing on the roof of a coppers car
Framed in the flames -- a star
Heroes making breaking now we’ve set the bar
Setting off all alarms
Night turns to day, wrong turns to oh-so-right
The five-one-for the win for all tonight
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9. |
Live for Today
02:33
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Punks all start to gather ‘round the embers of TV
Fixated on the sounds of 1983
Buzzcocks, Germs and GBH are insipirations all
Markers of a movement that’s heading for a stall
Why can’t you live just for today?
Scenes and songs in shadows grow abandoning the past
Who’s to say which ones we’ll know and which ones will last
New converts are created, new heroes take the stage
Echoing hope unabated, anger, joy and rage
And they live just for today
From Mexico to the Philippines
Now we’ve got a worldwide Scene
Run a new flag up the pole
We’re not dead and we’re not old
Death it wakes and bats its lashes, Punk is on its lips
Rising from the ashes of the new apocalypse
Take inspiration where you find it, leave the rest behind
Pretty soon you’ll be reminded of another time
If you live just for today
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10. |
You Can't Tell Us
02:09
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Colombus, cowboys, no one dies
A textbook case of genocide disguised
Leave us alone
See the truth of how they lied
The ABCs of mind control defied
Leave us alone
CHORUS
You can’t tell us what to say
And you can’t tell us what to do
You can’t tell us anything at all
Statues tall and oh so white
Monuments to prove that might is right
Leave us alone
Kids controlled, bullied, used
A lesson plan that’s government approved
Leave us alone
A system built and stakes are driven
Questions asked, no answers given
Knowledge strained through corporate channels
Cops and kings, political panels and lies
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11. |
Fight the Fear
01:47
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I log on to a fresh illusion
Voices of hate and confusion
Makes me want to fight the fear
Screens are glowing all around me
Blinding power of the mighty
Open eyes and fight the fear
CHORUS
Fight the fear, fight the fear
Those voices disappear
No division, keep our vision clear
Science knocked to its foundations
Ignorance a celebration
Face the facts and fight the fear
No one here to save you
And no miracles appear
Let your friends surround you
Salvation is so near
Pundits building walls and fences
Fake News leaves us all defenceless
Toss it all and fight the fear
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12. |
Ripcordz Are Go 4
01:39
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13. |
We Slam
02:06
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It’s Friday night, my week is done
No OT, let’s have some fun
Got my girl, my friends, my cheer
Pre-drink party, bring your beer
One Punk pays, five on the list
One down, the rest are pissed
Once more, head where the fun is
Round round, he never quits
CHORUS
We slam -- Get lost in the the sound
We slam -- We hit, we rebound
We slam -- And we never hit the ground
Confidence, not violence
Everything makes so much sense
Spirits high but elbows down
Dive right in before you drown
A Punk goes down, hands pull him high
Watch out as surfers ride
Not hard, don’t split no atom
Find friends and run at ‘em
Kids line up across the floor
Countdown one two three and four
Lines collapse and bodies fly
Once again it’s suicide
Chaos grows and allies meet
No winner, no defeat
The pit leaves you exhausted
No matter what the cost is
One, two, army boots
Three, four, wait no more
Five, six, in the mix
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14. |
It All Came True
02:01
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Stroll slowly under starry skies
Raw emotion undisguised
See no lies hidden in her eyes
Lost but found there’s no disguise tonight
Red lights glowing overhead
Electric dreams alive and dead
One shot, you’re caught
So many eyes tonight
CHORUS
It all came true
So what are you gonna do?
Now that it’s up to you
Recognition strikes you down
Juliette has now been found
One choice, no voice
Heading underground tonight
A perfect world is what they sell
A fear so deep you’ll never tell
Not so healthy, free, nor well
We all go to Hell
Tracked in your room and down the stairs
There’s no such thing as open air
One chance, you dance
But then you find them everywhere
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15. |
War and Peace
01:37
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Evil on the move
A little man so much to prove
There’s nothing new under the sun
A lesson learned under the gun
Staring at defeat
Know when to fight, when to retreat
Don’t believe a word that they may say
We live to fight another day
CHORUS
War and peace, the not-so-secret police
Gotta fight the old pros, fight the Bureaus
Antiheroes now
War on peace, a setback not defeat
We are the champs and zeros, cheats and weirdos
We’re all heroes now
Victory’s not yours
Slow and steady win the wars
One win, two, three, four and more
Finally outfoxed and out the door
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16. |
We Are Montreal
02:08
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The ballet of the boulevard just looks like anarchy
Crossing like you own it, and you never wait for green
Playing spot-the-tourist at the jazz fest extra points
Watch the looks of horror as you spark another joint
CHORUS
We Are Montreal (x4)
Knowing that our Mountain park is more than just a hill
The odour from the tam-tam jams it permeates us still
Girls get dressed for dancing just to hit the dépanneur
Better tip the server or they’ll hit you with a beer
Franglais friendly families make sure we are bilingue
Even if the government wants them to be banned
Keep your apple we have Orange Julep to ourselves
Bars open til three o’clock so leave your house at twelve
All your friends have just found jobs in subsidized hi-tech
As Porn Hub works to dominate the global quest for sex
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Formed in 1980 and been playing ever since. Proud Punks from Montreal. We've played more than 2,500 shows and put out 18 albums. But we're not living in the past. Our new stuff is our best stuff.
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