Chip worked as a boatwright As his father and his gran' I'm working in a boatyard Building on the River Thames One day chip was hard at work The devil appeared from hell He held a roll of copper And a bucket full of nails The devil said unto chip Take these nails and copper roll But you also have to take this rat And I will take your soul Chip despised the rat And the rat squealed and hissed But the bucket o' nails and copper Were too much to resist Chip went straight to work He'd get rid of the rat And there would not be a problem With his death after the fact But the devil rat wouldn't die No matter how hard he tried The rat attacked the boatwright And he bit him in the eye It seemed as if the river rats Fell under Satan's spell They followed chip around And made his life a living hell He slowly lost his mind He lost his family He lost his job And had to join the Kings' Navy A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master I will get you chip A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master- I'm gonna get you The rats chased chip Up the gangplank of the ship And they bit him and they tortured him Until he finally flipped He sniveled to the captain To turn around the rig The captain spied his madness And chucked him in the brig The devil rat had his man He knew just what to do He'd command the rats And through the planks they'd chew The water rushed in And the ship went down She was smashed around the rocks On which the rats danced around A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master I will get you chip A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master I will get you chip A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master I will get you chip A lemon grows a pip A yard will build a ship As Satan is my master- I'll get you chip

Go on get lost and join a punk rock band Quit your school, give up your job And live in a stinky van They won't let you take it easy You don't want to get it slow Now you gotta get 'cher ass to the next punk show So... ya! go on! get lost! Go on get lost & fuck your life for good Fall through the cracks of society Like your old man said you would Now you can never take it easy Never ever get it slow 'Cause it's one hundred miles an hour To the next punkshow So ya...go on! get lost! Don't need a stupid d.j. 'Cause we hate the radio and we Don't own a fuckin' tv set 'cause We ain't even got a home Got no job, no pets, no family, 'cause We're forever on the road If you think it's so damn easy: Just get lost!

That Serbian man Assassinated Archduke Ferdinand With what would transpire Would change the world And set Europe afire On one side the Czar and the King And on the other stood The Kaiser and Ottoman thing The boys and the men and the girls Were armed and mobilized Their forces aligned They crawled through the mud And they cut through the wire A constant assault of artillery fire The curtain of shrapnel Took the flesh from the bone They fell in the field And never got home They were the lads Who fought and won Up over the bridge A heavy fortress lies Atop of the ridge Bristling with guns Austro-Hungarian Empire dug in They fought through the night Like the devil at dawn The enemy captured Or dead on the ground It wasn't achieved without terrible loss Posthumous award of Victoria Cross

Off to the harbour, under drungeon in the morning I got a press gang looking after me I'll awaken sometime on the morrow By then we'll be a league away to sea Full sails, bouncing on the briney Asway about the spray and windy through the day Tellin' by the swells an adventure's in the making That's if we don't die upon the way Well, I'm the boy they pressed aboard and took me out to sea The captain is a tyrant and he tells me what to do But the first mate is a cut-throat, with a mutineering spark He plans to take the captain and feed him to the sharks Well, I'll never forget the press gang and the trungeons in the morning What the navy did to me and pressed me on the sea I'm still alive and I survived so many years later As big a buccaneer as I could claim to be Full sails, bounding on the briney Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war. I was the boy they trungeoned and they pressed me out to sea And now I am the captain and I tell ye what te do My first mate is a cut-throat, a tarjack run askew He has the skill to gut the king And feed him to the crew We are sailing from our homeland 'Cross the ocean, on the sea For whatever reasons be We question all authority Full sails, bouncing on the briney Jolly Roger's flappin' with the score of 84s Many pretty treasures, lots of booty to be taken Cannon and the cutlass on a rebel man o' war. We are sailing from our homeland 'Cross the ocean, on the sea For whatever reasons be We question all authority

I recall back in '79, I was just a wee kid livin' in a dive Didn't drink, didn't dance, didn't ever smoke hash But it changed when I heard the clash And you know I needed more so I got Up and out to the record store And I bought all the records that I could afford An' I played em all on my stereo This is a song saluting punkrockers rise And what they did to change the times But with such a lifestyle they'll be burnin' On both sides Now they're droppin' like flies All those punk rock guys I became a fan and Iremain that way And to this day, I'm still blown away Those bands just cut me to the bone Like the Damned, the Pistols & the Ramones Now we just wanna say They made us who we are today So now every time we play We remember those of yesterday This is a song saluting punkrockers rise And what they did to change the times But with such a lifestyle they'll be burnin' On both sides Now they're droppin' like flies All those punk rock guys Well I became a band and I remain that way And to this day, I'm still blown away And then there's me, I'm not dead yet But you never never know, I could be next This is a song saluting punkrockers rise And what they did to change the times But with such a lifestyle they'll be burnin' On both sides Now they're droppin' like flies All those punk rock guys

Enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow When the days seem cursed, it could always be worse Fight depression with sword and arrow When the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound And thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground Just when yer thinking this may be your last Throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast! When the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife Ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life Very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be Taking the bite outta life When they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog Or they're marching us out to a firing squad We just smile and recall all the good times we had It's the best 'til tomorrow It's the best day 'til tomorrow No considering surrender when yer down in the dregs If ye look down and notice you still have your legs So stand up and fight you just might seize the day It's the best day 'til tomorrow

ye banks & braes of bonnie doon, how can ye bloom sae fresh & fair how can ye chant ye tiny wee birds and i sae weary & nae full o' care ye break me heart ye birds that sing that warble through the flowery thorn ye remind me of a departed joy departed forever tae never return i've often roamed by bonnie doon to walk by the ocean, the wind & the sky and like the birdees that sing o' their love, sae fondly say did i of mine with lightsome heart i spied a rose so sweet and aglow on thorny tree and my false love did steal that rose and all she left me was but a thorn

I'm living up in Canada, and I'm Canadian Scottish Canadian with opportunity I could have been a manager of a brewery Making beer for everyone but most of all for me My father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk But neither one of those was good enough for me I could have moved into the hills, and ran a few stills And made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law Pour decisions, a punk musician Just ain't as cute at 53 I used to be a lumberjack, and I'm ok with that I wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra I used to be a socialist, a sort of communist Now I'm a pessimist and I don't care at all I could have been a minister, a holy predator A man of faith you really wouldn't want to meet Perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist And start a cult that's turning people into sheep Pour decisions, a punk musician Just ain't as cute at 53 I have forsaken money makin' Yeah, you still wish you were me

Woke up today and caught in last night's smoke I hung my wet and stinky kilt to dry There's not a lot of room in here my eviction's in the works I fear But still I hold my finger in the pie And so I open wide the door to find the day That son of a bitch so bright she made me blind But slowly I adjust to see a paradise turn grey Full of those that left their dreams behind The corporate girl, the company guy bent outta shape with strain 300 days a year to earna dime They get a heart attack a-walkin' or a stroke on the phone a-talkin' Paid in paltry cash a trade for time I'm just a burnout! I've got no common sense I've spent my rent on a binge on Wednesday night Thursday stayed in bed till 5, then borrowed cash to stay alive Then Friday start the weekend feeling right I know you all have scrutinized my failing flailing life A part of me just wishes I could care But honestly my own decree is simply to live happily! And die with all my memories left to share! I'm just a burnout! I've got no common sense I've spent my rent on a binge on Wednesday night Thursday stayed in bed till 5, then borrowed cash to stay alive Then Friday start the weekend feeling right I'm just a burnout, but got not one lament.. Cause I only ever wanted to be content!

We been here before, we'll play here again To raise up a glass with all our friends So get on the floor We're here to play another show Millions of miles and thousands of gigs Blown out tires and broken rigs Will never stop the band So let's get in the fucking van From Sydney to Melbourne And up the Gold Coast From Berlin to Hamburg With a beer and a Prost! From Norway to Finland and Back down to Spain again We're here to entertain! Yeah we played here before We'll play here again We owe it to the McKenzie's Fans Can't stop the show Spinning wheels will never slow Tokyo to Osaka, Croatia to Rome St. Petersburg, Moscow, to Lisbon, Bordeaux From Zurich to Scotland, Slovenia And the Ukraine It's 'cause we love to entertain! We been here before, we'll be here again We're not gonna stop 'til we're all in hell And so now you know Spinning wheels will never slow So please enjoy the show

Away up in Scotland is the place that's best Is a Scottish fjord that they call Loch Ness The loch is so deep there ain't nobody know And deep within the loch is a bonnie bonnie creature A long time ago there was a people who knew The water and the land and all life is sacred. Everybody treated Nessie with respect Nobody bothered her swimming in the sea so, Swim round so proud and beautiful. Yeah she squiggled and she squoggled And she frolicked in the sunshine She swam into another serpent and they fell in love With the ocean and the highlands and the stars up above Why go away there were no reasons Time rolled on about 10, 000 years The ancient people of the loch began to disappear Some were wiped out, some moved away Who could tell that the end was near so, Go now, get down, and swim away But don't you forget to return on a sunny day Come on, come on, oh Nessie come on Come on, come on, Loch Ness is where you belong So come on, oh Nessie come on, Loch Ness is where you belong. Now the people of the world look down in Loch Ness And they noticed something big and bumpy swimming all around And the newspapers said, "she couldn't be found" So they got the radiomen and the television crew Run Nessie run they're all after you Now they've got the helicopters and submarines too If you let them capture you I know what they'll do We'll have to pay to see you in an underwater zoo, No! Go now, get down, and swim away But don't you forget to return on a sunny day Come on, come on, oh Nessie come on Come on, come on, Loch Ness is where you belong So come on, oh Nessie come on, Loch Ness is where you belong.

Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off You're like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough You'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off You've been a splendid audience but aye your time has passed So don't you all be letting that door hit you in the ass You've been a lovely audience but oh enough is enough We'd take it very kindly if you'd all just bugger off Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off (fuck you) You're like a herd of fuckin' swine that refuse to leave the trough You'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off Here's to all the smokin' vixens waitin' for the band And thinkin' maybe one of them might make a one night stand But please don't take offense, because this song is not for you We'd be happy to oblige you when this fuckin' crap is through Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off Well, bugger off, you bastards, bugger off You're like a herd of fuckin' swine that refuse to leave the trough You'll get no more this evening so you better bugger off Now you've promised the ladies a night of love and bliss When truth be known you're far too drunk to stand up straight and piss So give it up you fuckin' wad oh cunt you'll not be laid The sooner you were out of here the quicker we'll be paid You'll get no more this evening stinkin' fuckers bugger off So haul your asses out of here you cunts and bugger off

We are all born free but forever live in chains And we battle through existence on and on We'll take whatever comes to be while keeping hopeful melody And we'll cruise through the darkness until the warmth of dawn So, row, row you bastards you never can tell Through water like glass above a briney hell So, row and a-hollar come give her all you can Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land We carry on the burden and we hide our grimace well For the day will come for us to mutiny But as long as we survive our hope and pride they cant deprive And we'll carry on our melody to sing in harmony So, row, row you bastards you never can tell Over water like glass above a briney hell So, row and a-hollar come give her all you can Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land So, row, row you bastards you never can tell The ocean a tempest or the land a stormy hell So, row a litlle harder 'til bloodied on the hand Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land We are wracked from the hardships Exhausted by the years we can still escape this barren misery But even with our shackled wrists we can fight our way through this And we'll power all aboard the ship to total liberty So, row, row you bastards you never can tell The ocean a tempest or the land a stormy hell So, row a litlle harder 'til bloodied on the hand Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land So, row, row you bastards you never can tell The ocean a tempest or the land a stormy hell So, row a litlle harder 'til bloodied on the hand Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land Or the sea she will best us, we'll never see the land

You wanna know what? I really couldn't give a fuck! About the drivel that you're Spilling in my ear, you're Just another 'Yes Man' Stressed and tired Just another Simple Simon Gotta get away from here! You wanna know why? We really don't see eye-to-eye? Because your values lack a proud integrity You're always towing the company line Got no time to think of others Mowing down the line to your Next atrocity! Maybe some day We'll know the reason why But don't hold your breath for it Could be your death! You're waiting with meat hooks out Snatch what you can get While we're too busy Starving to survive You wanna know how? You're still alive, here and now? Because you've never risked A thing or strayed away Only burning what you earn Your loss is getting lower Just a matter of time before You become someone else's prey Maybe some day We'll know the reason why But don't hold your breath for it Could be your death! You're waiting with meat hooks out Snatch what you can get While we're too busy Starving to survive! Yes we're too busy Starving to survive!

Great pharaoh of today Trumped up a modern day crusade What a clever charade Late western modern state Break laws to keep the people down A self-elected clown Take the children of the nation Offer them an education Life or death it's no vacation On a covert operation to... Do what they taught you to Religion holds instruction To be a weapon of mass destruction Soon they'll make a martyr of you Engage, take the flak Stretched out on a rack by the pool For a barrel of crude Holy mission of attrition Politicians coalition Are you going? Yes I am I'll see you in Afghanistan in June Marching in a platoon

Aye still we march and will never falter Side by side we sing our song Let's have a cheer for our fallen brethren Through us they will never die The battle moves on We've taken hits but still we stand strong Even with no end in sight We're still chasing the wind One thing's for sure Our intentions yes still they be pure Helps with angiogenesis So hold your head up high This land ours sea and sky I remember a time So much easier to pick out the blind All tucked warm in their beds With a blanket of lies To give truth a breath Of fresh fresh air We will have to make them confess And atone for falsehood serines So hold your head up high This land ours sea and sky And so we sing Like it's our last The morning port Within our grasp So we can hold So pridefully A place we built In harmony Aye still we march and will never falter Side by side we sing our song Let's have a cheer for our fallen brethren Through us they will never die You sip your wine And we'll slam our rye Life has always needed lads To piss away the time

Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! A letter of marque come from the king To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! For twenty brave men all fishermen who Would make up for him the antelope's crew God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Now the antelope she was a sickening sight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags And the cook in scuppers with the shakes and the jags God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers On the king's birthday we sailed away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! We were 97 days to Montego Bay We were Pumping like madmen all the way God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers On the 98th day we sailed again How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! With big fat american hove in sight With our cracked four pounders made to fight God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers That yankee, she lay low down with gold How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! She was big and fat and loose in the stays And to catch her took us three whole days God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Will at last we stood two cables away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! Our cracked four pounders made an awful din But with one fat ball the yank stove us in God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Now the antelope shook and she pitched on her side How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the main trunk carried off both me legs God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers So here I lay in my 23rd year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! Well it's been 6 years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers God damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold We'd fire no gun - shed no tear Well I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier And you'll never find a better man far or near! I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers

A solitary figure I roam these rocks, solo This mountain is my castle I just want to be left alone Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps Don't follow in my big foot steps I swim in the river I climb the evergreen I hunt with the cougar Never heard and seldom seen Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps Don't follow in my big foot steps A man cut a cutline Right through my back yard Then he piped a pipeline Through my paradise, under the stars Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps Don't follow in my big foot steps So I rode the pipeline From Bella Coola to the Georgia Straight I hoisted my protest sign And stopped cars on the lion's gates Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps (Don't follow, don't follow) Don't follow in my footsteps Don't follow in my big foot steps

Like a squid, up at dawn An' I drag me butt tae me job. Not a break, front to back Kicking balls to the wall Down a mile in a hole Moving mountains of coal While here's to hell It's ringing my bell Sing a song, bang a gong And tonight would be good to be bad So I take a wee dram Just to take off the edge Whether diggin' a ditch Or swinging a sledge I drink to ignore high society's crap. Bottle a' whiskey in me And I ain't even whacked Now I know how it feels for the rat On the wheel to run for the cheese. I feel drunk and tight Just a wee bit tipsy tonight It's the best that I've had But I've puked on my kilt Will you call me a cab Will you call me a cab For now I must go To wake up at dawn For a heave and a hoe And tonight it was good to be bad