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| Lyric Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Music Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Producer Credits: |
Sam Cooepr |
| Performance Credits: |
Sam Cooper, Joe Tomek, Dave McCurry--vocals, Joe Tomek--additional percussion, Sam Cooper--all other tracks |
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Short Song Description:
Three tough Jersey guys who will take on all comers.
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Long Song Description:
Written as a theme for a wrestling tag team.
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| Song Length |
4:02 |
| Primary Genre |
Rock-Hard Rock |
| Tempo / Feel |
Rock-Heavy Metal |
| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Violence |
| Mood 1 |
Enraged |
| Mood 2 |
Fuming |
| Similar Artist 1 |
Rob Zombie |
| Language |
English |
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NO MERCY FROM THE BOYS FROM JERSEY
words and music by Sam Cooper
No mercy from the boys from Jersey,
No messin' with the boys from Jersey,
One, two, three, that?s the count,
Shout it out--TRIAD!
Just a thought for you edification,
Here?s your registration for an edu-ma-cation.
We?re a little naïve about the facts of the world,
Don?t know a damn thing about disqualification.
We can get you the facts that you need for the plan,
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, ba-da-bang,
When three home boys getting? down, puttin? it on the line,
Better check the clock ?cause somebody's runnin' out of time.
A beatin' is what you want!
A beatin' is what you need!
A beatin' is what you?ll get!
A beatin'--you're gonna bleed!
You need a little whoopin?!
You need a little lesson!
You?ll learn from these big daddies what you been missin'!
No mercy from the boys from Jersey,
No messin' with the boys from Jersey,
One, two, three, that's the count,
Shout it out--TRIAD!
Loaded with loot and the girls think we're cute,
It takes four men's feet to fill up one of our boots,
And will kick your ass just as quick as you blink,
And ain't nothin' you can do about it,
Go on, fuhgitaboutit!
Nobody can tell if they're in your space 'til you smash 'em in the face,
And we love to do some trashin' and some bashin',
If you wanna get chewed and crushed,
Our biz is turnin' tough guys into mush.
Comin' down the turnpike, easin' on down the parkway.
Getting down with the dusty roads, getting tossed out the dark way.
Your earth be shakin', shiver when the winds commence to howl,
Don't stick your hand out when the rabid dogs begin to growl.
No mercy from the boys from Jersey,
No messin' with the boys from Jersey,
One, two, three, that's the count,
Shout it out--TRIAD! (vamp)
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