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"Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side I was prone"
"Turn back the hands on the clock, youre a bitter old man. Whos done nothing but work your hands to the bone on assembly lines. Youve grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love. Ignorance is something you cant overcome but youve passed it down and thats something much worse."

Dropkick Murphys are an Irish-American Celtic punk band formed in Quincy, Massachusetts, in 1996. The lineup consists of co-lead vocalist Ken Casey, drummer Matt Kelly, co-lead vocalist Al Barr, rhythm and lead guitarist James Lynch, lead guitarist and multi-instrumentalist Tim Brennan, multi-instrumentalist and rhythm guitarist Jeff DaRosa, and bassist Kevin Rheault. Casey has been the band's onl
"Cowboys and coppers verse injuns and robbers, take a guess for which side I was prone"
"Its another murderous night Another left hook from hell A bloody war on the boardwalk And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell."
"By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling Nothing matters, Mary, when youre free Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity."
"If they can make a law Then I can break a law If I can break a law Will the law break me?"
"So give me one more chance to prove these problems and frustrations arent just manifest in memories were destined to repeat. A second chance to prove I know right from wrong. I swear Ill do things different but cant promise to be strong."
"Dont need no gang to watch my ass Just loyal friendship and a pint of Bass"
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."