Stryper's song list

((note all of the songs are not original, i have adapted several of them for my own protection, more to come :) )) 

 PATRIOT GAME

Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing, For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen. My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned I learned all my life cruel England's to blame, So now I am part of the patriot game.

This Ireland of ours has too long been half free. Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny. But still De Valera is greatly to blame For shirking his part in the Patriot game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair, His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare. His fine body twisted, all battered and lame They soon made me part of the patriot game.

It's nearly two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA, For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same To play out my part in the patriot game.

[extra verse I found]I don't mind a bit if I shoot down policeThey are lackeys for war never guardians of peaceAnd yet at deserters I'm never let aimThe rebels who sold out the patriot game

And now as I lie here, my body all holes I think of those traitors who bargained in souls And I wish that my rifle had given the same To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game

Old Dun Cow

Some friends and I in a public house Was playing a game of chance one night When into the pub a fireman ran His face all a chalky white. "What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost, Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?" "Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he, "The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

And there was Brown upside down Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor. "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap) Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE! And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me. And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there Then we'll have a grand old spree." So we went on down after good old Brown The booze we could not miss And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap) Started takin' off his pantaloons Likewise his shoes and socks. "Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed Ya cannot do that thing here. Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got beautiful beer."

Then there came from the old back doorThe cleric of the local church.And when he saw our drunken ways,He began to scream and curse."Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!You've taken to a drunken spree!You drank up all the Benedictine wineAnd you didn't save a drop for me!"

And then there came a mighty crash Half the bloody roof caved in. We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay.So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside And we sat drinking the finest RumTill we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was outWe came up from the cellar below.Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.Our heads was hanging low."Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.Seems something raised his ire."Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,It closes on the hour!"

DRINK AND FIGHT

Well I stumbled and I am all drunk and full of smoke, My wife said, "I've had enough, I'm sick, thats it, get out!" So I stumbled down to Kelly's Pub across the edge of town, And I told the boys me story, and we had another round. (One, Two, Three, Four!)We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!And if I see a pretty girl, I'll sleep with her tonight! We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!And mary McGregor, she was a pretty whore, She'd always greet you with a smile, and never lock her door, But on the day she died, all the men in town did weep, For Mary McGregor finally got some sleep. We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!And if I see a pretty girl, I'll sleep with her tonight! We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!Well I once loved a girl, a child I'm told, I gave her my heart, and she gave me a cold, So now I sit, standing here out in the pouring rain, I'll stumble back to Kelly's Pub and cry away me pain. We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight! Hey!And if I see a pretty girl, I'll sleep with her tonight! We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!