FOR THOSE WHO BUILT THIS LAND #britishoi #oipunk #punkrock #streetpunk #workingclass

"FOR THOSE WHO BUILT THIS LAND!" #britishoi #oipunk #punkrock #streetpunk #workingclass #bootsandbricks Raw, loud and uncompromising Oi! and streetpunk, inspired by the spirit of the British working-class scene of the 1980s. Heavy boots, loud guitars, rough vocals and sing-along choruses. Songs about working-class pride, football, friendship, loyalty, standing your ground and staying true to your roots. No fancy production. No rock stars. Just streetpunk attitude, pounding drums and plenty of Oi! Oi! Oi! LYRICS My father came home with the dirt on his hands, From the factory gates and the old steel plants. My mother worked hard just to keep us fed, And kissed us goodnight when she put us to bed. Granddad laid bricks in the pouring rain, Built these streets through the cold and pain. They never had money, they never had fame, But they gave us a home and an honest name. [Chorus – Rough, powerful Oi! gang vocals] HERE'S TO THE FATHERS! HERE'S TO THE MOTHERS! TO THE HANDS THAT BUILT THIS TOWN! WE KEEP THE FAITH! WE STAND TOGETHER! AND WE'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN! RAISE YOUR GLASS! AND SING IT LOUD! FOR THE HANDS THAT BUILT OUR LAND ! AND BE PROUD! The mills are silent, the chimneys are cold, And half of their stories will never be told. But I still see their faces wherever I roam, In the streets of the town that I'll always call home. And when I walk past the old factory gate, I think of the men who worked early and late. Their names may be gone from the walls of this town, But the things that they built are still standing around. HERE'S TO THE FATHERS! HERE'S TO THE MOTHERS! TO THE HANDS THAT BUILT THIS TOWN! WE KEEP THE FAITH! WE STAND TOGETHER! AND WE'LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN! RAISE YOUR GLASS! AND SING IT LOUD! RAISE YOUR GLASS! AND SING IT LOUD! FOR THE HANDS THAT BUILT OUR LAND ! AND BE PROUD! One day I'll be old, with my hands worn through, And I'll tell my children what their granddad knew. Don't sell your friends for a pocket of gold, Don't turn your back when the nights grow cold. Keep your word, and remember your name, When the world moves on, don't forget where you came. Through the hard times, through the years, Through the laughter and the tears. SIDE BY SIDE, WE'LL STAND OUR GROUND! FOR THE HANDS THAT BUILT OUR LAND ! AND BE PROUD! AND BE PROUD! Here's to the ones who came before, To the friends who won't walk through that door. One last pint, then we head for home... Here's to the ones who came before, To the friends who won't walk through that door. One last pint, then we head for home... RAISE YOUR GLASS! AND SING IT LOUD! RAISE YOUR GLASS! AND SING IT LOUD! AND BE PROUD! AND BE PROUD! AND BE PROUD!