Bury Me In My Boots II
Explosive bodhrán and driving acoustic guitars lead, joined by frantic fiddle and tin whistle weaving hyper-melodic hooks. Raw, raspy low vocals clash and harmonize. Chorus surges with gang shouts and stomped percussion. Rough, semi-professional edges highlight unrefined, infectious energy.
Bury Me In My Boots II
Explosive bodhrán and driving acoustic guitars lead, joined by frantic fiddle and tin whistle weaving hyper-melodic hooks. Raw, raspy low vocals clash and harmonize. Chorus surges with gang shouts and stomped percussion. Rough, semi-professional edges highlight unrefined, infectious energy.
Lyrics
Concrete jungle, broken glass
Nothing left but working class
Street by street we make our stand
Born to fight with bloody hands
What do we want?
Nothing left to lose!
How do we fight?
Any way we choose!
We're the ones they can't control
Never bend, never fold
When I die, tell the truth
Bury me in my boots!
System's rigged, the game is fixed
Politicians full of tricks
But we're the wolves among the sheep
What we sow is what we reap
What do we want?
Nothing left to lose!
How do we fight?
Any way we choose!
We're the ones they can't control
Never bend, never fold
When I die, tell the truth
Bury me in my boots!
From the gutter to the grave
We were never meant to save
Every scar tells our story
This is punk rock, this is glory!
We're the ones they can't control
Never bend, never fold
When I die, tell the truth
Bury me in my
Boots!