Push forward, no turning back
Hold your round, resist the attack
Stand up to whatever is in your way

Face your foe with no retreat
Get back up when you face defeat
Rise again to live another day

And remember...

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Don't let the bastards
Don't let the bastards
Don't let the bastards grind you down

Don't let the bastards
Don't let the bastards
Don't let the bastards grind you down

Lyrics by Shawn Indignation and Shane Findlay

When I was a lad, I had a beer with my dad
Some uncles and their friends
I listened to stories of their glory days
Tales of stupid young men

The feats of strength, close calls with death
Living without fear
As I finished my second pint
I was glad I was there

Having a cheer

Like a rite from the ancient world
Shooting pool and talking 'bout girls

It all got started... with

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Beer with the boys - every night
Beer with the boys - you know it's right
Beer with the boys
Beer with the boys
BEER WITH THE BOYS!

Lyrics by Georges Charron

Another day, another worker
Robbed of his rights
Missing fingers, broken bones
Pain filled sleepless nights
Life is changed for the worse
Injured not the same
Employer and the government
Deny responsibility and blame

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Blood of the worker - has spilled too many times
Plagued by endless injury - lost too many lives
Blood of the worker - has spilled too many times
Blue collar heroes - lost too many lives

Joseph was a young man from east of Montreal
When war broke out in Europe he heeded the battle's call
He joined the 22nd, Vingt Deux, Je me Souvien!
And was loaded on a ship with other brave, young fighting men

June of 1918, in a trench somewhere in France
After punishing bombardment, the enemy advanced
Joseph grabbed his Lewis gun, though bleeding and alone
And bravely stood and held the line, saving lives but not his own

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For freedom laid down their lives
Lest we forget their sacrifice
There was and will be many more
Canadian stories from a war

Have you had enough, cuz I've had enough!

Government greed
People in need
The rich get richer while the middle class bleed

Government greed
People in need
The rich get richer while the middle class bleed

Systemic waste
Your minds have been erased
How can you sit by with the future you are faced

Have you had enough, cuz I've had enough!

Lyrics by Dougie Style

Coming at ya from the working class underground
Here comes the old streetpunks for another round
Scars Of Our Youth, we're bringing it on
We're gonna build you all up, so you can tear this place down

The old beer belly boys, we're keeping it real
With our hearts on our sleeves and anger unconcealed
It's time to step up, cuz we've waited too long
Now let's show these motherfuckers just how it's done

Once upon a time, there were factories
That packed up and moved away
Now just empty fields, ghosts of industry
Streets of urban decay
It gets worse everyday

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It's a scrapyard, in the centre of my city
And no one seems to care
Isn't it a pity, everything is so shitty
You can smell it in the air
You can see it everywhere

We are the ones who believe in free
The renegades of society
Push against the populist norm
Be yourselves, never conform

We are the ones who believe in right
Moving forward, never stop the fight
Marching to a different kind of drum
That's how we do it where we come from

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Make a choice not to go with the flow
It's your life you gotta take control
Put on your boots, it's time to go
And you'll see, it's up to you and me
Hey!

Left and right, they're all the same
Politics is a rich man's game
But the game is rigged, it isn't fair
We'll just elect another billionaire

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Again and again, there's no political solution
Maybe now it's time for a revolution
Time for a revolution
Time for a revolution

Just a kid from a wartorn land
Trying hard to understand
The destruction and the death they see
Another childhood memory

Just a kid with a fractured heart
Watching their family ripped apart
Endless weeks and endless days
As parents go their separate ways

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Formed by the lives we had to live
You will survive, we are all living proof
Hardened by the pain, forever in our brains
Shaped by the scars, the scars of our youth

She may be an angel when the sun is bright
She's all laced up and ready to fight
Doesn't care what's wrong or right
Sugar and spice and dynamite

In the battle where the bodies collide
She'll be there by your side
Like a wolf in the pack, she'll even the score
She won't stop 'til they're hitting the floor

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She's a rocker, she's a roller
She's a brawler tonight!
She's a rocker, she's a roller
She's a brawler tonight!

Music by Gabe Prestia

The streets are red hot
Tesions are inflamed
As the sparks keep rising
They are all to blame

Nations have ignited
Burning with hate
Stoking the furnace
And sealing their fate

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World on fire
World on fire
They set the world on fire
And no one can put it out