I made a post about these guys in April 2023 and gave you all a sample platter of their songs. This one was included but let’s look closer and listen to this song. This band doesn’t mess about…they hit you head-on.
The lyrics were written by the lead vocalist and songwriter of The Godfathers, Peter Coyne. He did a good job of reflecting the emotions and sentiments associated with each stage of life portrayed in the song released in 1988.
Peter and Chris Coyne started the band in 1982 calling it the Side Presley Experience. By 1985 they had removed some members and brought in some more. They also made a name change to The Godfathers.
They wanted to record so they found a producer in Vic Maile who had worked with The Kinks, Who, and Motorhead. They released some singles in the UK and finally after seeing import sales they put together an album made up of singles and B sides plus they did a cover of John Lennon’s Cold Turkey and called it Hit By Hit (#3 in the UK).
Then came the call every band wants…Epic Records signed them to a contract. They released the single Birth, School, Work, Death in 1987. The following year they released an album with the same name. Birth, School, Work, Death peaked at #38 in the US Modern Rock Charts.
Birth, School, Work, Death
Been turned around till I’m upside downBeen all at sea until I’ve drownedAnd I’ve felt torture, I’ve felt painJust like that film with Michael CaineI’ve been abused and I’ve been confusedAnd I’ve kissed Margaret Thatcher’s shoesAnd I been high and I been lowAnd I don’t know where to goBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathAnd heroin was the love you gaveFrom the cradle to the graveBoys and girls don’t understandThe devil makes work for idle handsI cut myself but I don’t bleed‘Cause I don’t get what I needDoesn’t matter what I sayTomorrow’s still another dayBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathYeah I been high and I been lowAnd I don’t know where to goI’m living on the never never neverThis time it’s gonna be foreverI’ll live and die don’t ask me whyI want to go to paradiseAnd I don’t need your sympathyThere’s nothing in this world for meBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, deathBirth, school, work, death
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