Sydney Mines
I went down to the mine until I was crippled in bed from working by hand
Just like grandfather I worked beneath the land
12 hour shifts, six days a week
My clothes, shoes and skin would reek
and it was whiter than snow
For there is no sun down below
Now I’m growing old and growing weak
For days on end all I do is sleep
Putting food on the table upholding our name
Big Jim Archie MacGregor is our only child left
The rest of them went and never came back
To explore opportunities the big city could offer
Rather than following the steps of their father
Their mother hasn’t spoken since 1978
solemnly she hands each our plate
and it’s tasteless, like our quality of life
It’s because of us that just like grandfather
our son works beneath the land

Boots and Roots
There’s spray paint on the buildings, there’s barricades on the road
Outside the city dump a truck just dumped its load
We stand around in circles but there’s difference down the line
And if they don’t like what I am then they ain’t no friend of mine

There’s too much politics in the scene, too many factions at the shows
I see a little shit say something and the rest will snub their nose
We are the punks
We are the punks
We are the punks from your backyards we gather in the streets
We fuck shit up with our boots and then we avoid the heat
We are the punks
We are the punks
We are what the rest can’t be
We stand for what you don’t see

There’s trouble busting in from the county to the West
Some guy was robbed and killed by a stabbing in the chest
I go down to the river........ just to get away
I’ll go by myself cause I ain’t got nothin to say
The pollution off the water it creeps into each lung
I think about the past, in the past how we had sung

There’s too much politics in the scene, too many factions at the shows
I see a little shit say something and the rest will snub their nose
We are the punks
We are the punks
We are the punks from your backyards we gather in the streets
We fuck shit up with our boots and then we avoid the heat
We are the punks
We are the punks
We are what the rest can’t be
We stand for what you don’t see

Dianna

Diane’s calling again Oi!
A ship lost at sea.........Another life lost
21 years old...........and no direction ....Oi!

It’s 7 o’clock, it’s been a long day/ Diane’s choking, she’s gone astray/ Everything is adding up beyond her grasp/ Wants anything she has, wants it to last/ She’s a puppet in a play with a poorly chosen cast/ Sailing through the seas, clutching the mast/
Diane’s calling again Oi!
A ship lost at sea.........Another life lost
21 years old...........and no direction ....Oi!

On the other end, a deranged girl telling everything no withhold/ Just wanting a person, feelings to console/ A one way street with too many potholes and curves/ It weighs on her and kills her nerves/
Diane’s calling again Oi!
A ship lost at sea.........Another life lost
21 years old...........and no direction ....Oi!