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Jobseekers:
Colin Kelly- Vocals/guitar
Simon Maples- Drums/Backing vocals
Tony Carberry- Bass/Backing vocals
Shane Kennedy- Guitar/Backing vocals

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released May 1, 2011

Thanks to Michael Richards and trackmix for the high-quality recordings. Thanks to all our families and friends. Thanks to Terry for the photography, Aoife for the cover photo and all the support, Pimps And Gimps, The Gakk, Nevernoodz, Rural Savage and The Dirge for playing our shows and thanks to JC in Fibber's for giving us an amazing live sound.

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Jobseekers Dublin, Ireland

Jobseekers is:
Colin Kelly- Vocals/guitar
Mark Derelict- Bass/vocals
Diarmuid Casserly- Guitar
Gazza Derelict- Drums

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Track Name: Eco-Clots
I hate it, hear it every day.
I think it, will never go away.
I need it, but it makes me puke,
The thoughts of joining another queue.

But I can see through society, to them we're nothing but economy clots, it's only a matter of time before they say "Fuck off."

It feels like, i'm being mentally raped,
I was cornered, so I gave it away.
But it wasn't enough, they still wanted more,
A one-on-one, in a room, like a common whore.

But I can see through society, to them we're nothing but economy clots.
And we won't be what they want us to be, we are the fire, we're not the moths.
We won't stand for their demands, we won't join in their sheepish thoughts.
Now's the time we eco-clots say, "Fuck off!"
Track Name: Governmentality
Turned their backs on us, because we're nothing. Turned their backs on us, because we're not contributing.
Set the dogs on us, because we're barking.
Set the dogs on us, because we're free thinking.

They just want us, caged inside.
They want to control our minds.
Don't want us to out the state.
Everyone's working for them.
To give them their holidays,
To make the rich have extra pay,
The fat get fat, the skinny get dead,
So pick a side before it's too late.

We are the fortunate, yet poor and hungry.
We get fucked over by, poor judgement.
We'd be working, but there is no money.
What the fuck is "the government"?

They just want us, caged inside.
They want to control our minds.
Don't want us to out the state.
Everyone's working for them.

To give them their holidays,
To make the rich have extra pay,
The fat get fat, the skinny get dead,
So pick a side before it's too late.
Too late!

The only harp that you can't play, 'cause they play you instead.
Track Name: Give Them Hell
They always hide the truth away, and we just do not ask.
It's like everyone's avoiding reality, and putting on their virtual masks.
Just one mistake, should be all it takes, for you to decide you've had enough.
Just one mistake should be all it takes and then...

Give them hell!!!
Don't stand for incompetence, hidden away by your government.
Don't stand for incompetence.

To think that things are gonna' change, would be like signing your life away.
To think that would be so naive, so let's go...

Give them hell!!!
Don't stand for incompetence, hidden away by your government.
Don't stand for incompetence.
Track Name: Woeful Selfcare
I just got out of college,
Now it's time to get in line,
Rejoin the social welfare and waste my time.
Signing my life away,
'Cause i can't get a job.
I feel no better than an average irish yob!!!

Oh fuck! It's a tuesday again,
Time to head on down,
And pick up that pen.
But not, before, a three-hour stint,
Stuck behind some scumbag with his head skint.

Oh can't this please go away?
Can i find a decent job that gives fair pay?
Oh can't this please go away?
Because i never wanna end up in this place again!

Oh fuck! Again i'm moving house,
Time to deal with the usual roundabout.
"Get your landlord to sign the page below",
How about i shove it, up your hole!?!

Oh can't this please go away?
Can i find a decent job that gives fair pay?
Oh can't this please go away?
Because i never wanna end up in this place again!

They just want to grind me down,
But i won't let them.
No i won't.

Oh can't this please go away?
Can i find a decent job that gives fair pay?
Oh can't this please go away?
Because i never wanna end up in this place again!
Track Name: Traitor
You say that you roll with us,
But you stabbed us in the back,
You sold us to the fuzz.
Just to save, your own skin,
You ratted us out,
And dropped us in.

Now we know,
Who not to trust,
You're not one of us!

You'll be lucky next time we meet,
That we don't kick you in the teeth.
We don't take kind to your cowardice,
So don't even try, to talk to us.

Now we know,
Who not to trust,
You're not one of us!
Not one of us!
Track Name: Time's Gone
Remember, the good old days,
We used to drink ourselves to sleep.
And jam out songs for hours,
Each song, three hours at least.
Remember, my apartment's walls,
All covered in mould.
And a saucepan, of pasta,
At least a week old.

Remember, the hot-rocks on the carpet?
Remember, tobacco everywhere?
Remember, the days of "Bad Penny"?
Everyone was there.

Where did the time go?
I seem to have lost all track.
The good-time era's gone,
I want the old days back.
Give 'em back.
I want 'em back.

Remember, our fun old ways,
We'd order pizza every night.
In the hangover, the next day,
Leftovers were a welcome sight.

Remember the time, we drank the rent?
Two weeks wages, we were wasted.
The laughter and the tears.
Still no-one remember's, New Year's Eve!

Where did the time go?
I seem to have lost all track.
The good-time era's gone,
I want the old days back.
Laughing, having fun, drinking through the day.
Thinking that these times, would never, ever end.
Never end.
Track Name: L.P.S.
Up in the morning and into my doc boots,
Shirt, jeans and braces, pride of working-class roots. Down to the steel-mill, building site of choice.
After-hours bring the beers, and rocksteady noise.
In come the mods with their brand of judging eyes,
Music, beer and spirits high, no problems will arise.
No government views, no racist words said,
This is the life of a lemonhead.

L.P.S. our standards were met.
L.P.S. became a government upset.

Welcome to this wasting mess,
Born into society's stress.
Paranoid by your own mind,
Every breath brings harder times.
Asking yourself, if this is true.
The inside eye will bring a bigger view.
The cells in power show no remorse,
Even to the greater source.

Now's the time the skins are tough,
Punk has arrived and the streets are rough,
Opinions on the street are shouted not said,
This is the life of a bloody skinhead!

L.P.S. our standards were met.
L.P.S. became a government upset.
Track Name: Numbers
Money we pay to ensure each other's existence.
If we don't comply we are punished for our resistance.
Government's actions would have you left in wonder.
From the day of birth are you just another number?

We are all significant,
We're more than just codes,
Numbers on a card,
That they forced on us.
The system doesn't work,
The office needs to go,
So in with the new,
And out with the old.
Out with the old!

All through your life,
You are watched by big brother.
They reap the benefits,
They don't care who they murder.
Your organs will pay,
For their new chrome wheels.
To them we're just cattle,
Without a fillet-steak meal.

We are all significant,
We're more than just codes,
Numbers on a card,
That they forced on us.
The system doesn't work,
The office needs to go,
So in with the new,
And out with the old.
Out with the old!
Track Name: The Voice Inside
Why is this happening?
The whole nation's panicking.
What's gonna happen next?
How can we fix this mess?
But i can not ignore,
What we are fighting for.
Fighting to be ourselves,
Breaking out of our cells.

Stand your ground,
Until we beat them down.
Let the voice inside come out.
Don't hold back,
And join the crowd.
Let the voice inside come out.

Tax-evaders should pay,
More than their equal way.
The fuckers escaped so long,
Now justice should fine them all.
But they'll cull our numbers down,
By cutting the weekly rate,
To keep their perfect lives,
The ones that your taxes paid.

Stand your ground,
Until we beat them down.
Let the voice inside come out.
Don't hold back,
And join the crowd.
Let the voice inside come out.

Fuck those cunts!
Take their homes!
Shove their cars!
Up their arse!

Stand your ground,
Until we beat them down.
Let the voice inside come out.
Don't hold back,
And join the crowd.
Let the voice inside come out.
Track Name: Brain Drain
Easy to see you're uninvited,
Though you got your A's and you had decided,
Where you were going and how you'd make your way.
'Cause everything's changed,
Now there's a shit chance,
That you could afford to do your masters,
And you may need to emigrate!

No chance things will ever be the same,
Now everyone's giving up and moving away.

Brain drain, it's a brain drain, brain drain,
It's a zombified nation.

Easy to see loans will be applied for,
But you've got no moeny so you'll be declined or,
Have to sell your soul to AIB.

No chance things will ever be the same,
Now everyone's giving up and moving away.

Brain drain, it's a brain drain, brain drain,
It's a zombified nation.
Track Name: White Collar Lies
Sick, you're sick, you fucking know it.
The monster hid.
You chose to shelter it.
You're just as bad,
For condoning it.
Abusive acts,
You rewarded it.

Stick,
Your punishment.
This is justice.

Raise your head up. (Before the clergy)
Stick your arms out. (Accept your chains)
You'll be pulled apart by two horses,
Stretched until nothing remains.

Church abuse of power,
Not clergical error.
Young boys deceived,
By smiling demons.
No longer can you hide behind,
The white collar.
Step into the shackles,
Accept your treatment.

Stick,
Your punishment.
This is justice.

Raise your head up. (Before the clergy)
Stick your arms out. (Accept your chains)
You'll be pulled apart by two horses,
Stretched until nothing remains.