Wankin Family - We Did It For the Kids

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		Track Name	Length
	1	We Do it for the Kids	01:27
	2	Fuck the Commonwealth	01:25
	3	No Way to Live	01:48
	4	Suck Your Life Away	01:48
	5	Anarchy in Whycocomagh	01:39
	6	Nobody Can Stop Us	01:28
	7	Imaginary Lines	01:32
	8	No Justice	02:08
	9	T.O.	01:08
	10	We Are The Wankin Family	01:52
	11	Local Youths (Gassenhauer)	02:06
	12	I Left My Heart in Iran (Forgotten Rebels)	01:41

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This is straight out of an old school time capsule. It sounds like something on the Punk and Disorderly record, think Blitz meets UK Subs oi punk. And no, it doesn’t sound retro. They’ve managed to capture the muddy production and sound quality that was the standard back then. If you like the old stuff, you’ll get a kick out of this. They also do a couple of covers, one being “I Left My Heart In Iran” by the Forgotten Rebels. On the obscure tip, they cover the paean to the life of a jock, err, I mean “skin,” “Local Youths” by Gassenhauer, which appeared on the It Came From The Pit comp and features the line: “It’s another night, well it’s another fight. Fight Fight Fight.” Duh, Oi mate.
-Rob Ferraz, September 30, 1999

Ian Competent: bass
Selwyn Sharples: drums
Bobby von Chickenpants: guitar
Kim MacDonald: guitar
Richard Lafortune: vocals [inaudible slurring]
Jon Stevens: backing vocals
Cara MacDonald: backing vocals
Dave Robertson: backing vocals
Brian Whalen: backing vocals
Gerald Smith: backing vocals

All songs written by Ian Competent except 'We Are the Wankin Family', written by Ian Competent, Lisa Verge, and Richard LaFortune; and
Produced by Steve Outhit and The Wankin Family
Engineered by Steve Outhit
Recorded April, 1999, at Deep 9 Studios

Layout by Mackenzie Ogilvie
Photography by Erin P. Greeno

Thanks to:
Ian H., Naomi, Cara, Phil, Scott Varga, Dr. Jonhut, Gerry Von Chickenpants, Nick, Morgan, Meghan, Colleen, John M., Damien, Nathan, Keith, Lance, Timmy G (yo, I ain’t even mad atcha), Derek M., Dillon, Maggie, Mike Dorton, Louie, Zane and Wes, Taylor, Brendan (The Phe-nom) Stabenow, Scott and Martin from Negative Trend, Evan and New Terra, Randy and Da Brownies, Nancy and Tyler

fuck the commonwealth

Special Thanks: Condon, Mike and Jackie, Steve Outhit (for his patience and amazing turd-polishing abilities), Lionel and Lamenté, Ray and Bad Luck #13, The New Breed (Jon S., Brian, Dave and Chris), Erin and Mac for all the work they did on this, Lisa Verge (who came up with our name), G-Oil!-ald Smith, and of course, our mate Derrick Generrick who’s now doin’ damage out west. Fanks!

Line ups:

Line up #1
July ’95–Oct ’95

Ian Competent: bass and vocals
Lisa Verge: guitar
Damien Nee: drums
Line up #2
Oct ’95–Aug ’96

Ian Competent: bass
Lisa Verge: guitar
Richard Lafortune: vocals
Gerald Smith: drums
Line up #3
Aug ’96–Dec ’96

Ian Competent: bass
Richard Lafortune: vocals
Gerald Smith: drums
Bobby Von Chickenpants: guitar
Line up #4
Jan ’97–Apr ’97, one show in Dec. ’98

Ian Competent: bass
Richard Lafortune: vocals
Bobby Von Chickenpants: drums
Kim MacDonald: guitar
Line up #5
Apr ’97–Nov ’97

Ian Competent: bass
Richard Lafortune: vocals
Kim MacDonald: guitar
Derrick Generrick: drums

The final Wankin Family line-up (from l to r):
Ian Competent (bass)
Bobby von Chickenpants (guitar)
Selwyn Sharples (drums)
Kim MacDonald (guitar)
Richard LaFortune (inaudible slurring)

As the name of the CD implies, The Wankin Family are now part of the past tense. In fact, we had been broken up for over a year but reformed to release this thing because the only recorded legacy we had was an awful demo. So while I will remember this band as a royal pain in the ass, I guess I’m happy that songs will get to survive. I’d like to thank Richard on behalf of all the band members for paying for this thing. Without him, this never could have happened.
-Ian Competent

Lyrics:
We do it for the kids
They tell us that we play too loud
Well that don’t bother me
They always want to put us down
For being what we want to be
They can take their fucking views
And shove them up their ass
We are tired of the ridicule
We don’t wanna be second class

They want to take away our rights
And cut down what we say
Well I got news for the stupid cunts
We won’t fucking go away

We won’t play stupid politics
We believe in anarchy
Why should they control our future
It should be up to you and me
They don’t know how to feel
But they have to understand
That we’ll be rioting on Robie Street
If that’s how we can make a stand

We don’t need this capitalist shit
Don’t fucking care what the Pistols did
We don’t need no billboard hit
We just do it for the kids

Fuck the Commonwealth
I don’t need no fucking queen
Or some royal cunt face ruling over me
Don’t wanna hear about the royal affair
To tell you the truth I don’t fucking care
A hierarchy under false pretense
When you think about it, it makes no sense
A sovereign regime that has no use
Except giving more taxation abuse

The time for change has come at last
A way of life that’s come to pass
There’s no point living in the past
All the royals can suck my ass

They use the excuse of royalty
To spend our taxes on luxuries
I don’t wanna work all day
To give them a part of my fuckin pay
It may have worked in feudal times
But this bullshit tradition has passed its prime
Footing the bill for their excessive lives
Make the fuckers work from 9 to 5

No way to live
Aren’t you the big man with the big attitude
Always making noise with the things that you do
Well we don’t give a fuck about...
What you’re trying to prove
You can’t pass by you have to scream and shout

Never want to leave your presence in doubt
Well we all know what you’re all about...
you’re a fucking clown

That’s no way to live
That’s no way to live your life
That’s no fucking way to live your life
Out with your friends
You’re the king of the town
Never hesitate to beat someone down
But when you have to fight your own fights
You’re never around
It’s the same story all over again
Another piece of shit who needs a kick in the brains

Suck your life away
You’re licked our boss’ ass
To get everything you have
You’re just a corporate shill
Bending to the company’s will
Afraid to speak your mind
So you just toe the party line
Left your conscience dead
In your quest to get ahead

You’ve sucked your fuckin life away

Now you have to watch your back
Cuz they’re tired of your act
And all that you’ve achieved
Is betrayed by your own beliefs
And when it comes the time
That you pay for all your crime
Alone, you’ll face the end
Cuz you’ve sold out all your friends

Anarchy in Whycocomagh
They all talk about their politics
And all their bullshit just makes me sick
Fuck this fuck that
I don’t want a country that look like that
Now we’re gonna riot in our town
Burn city hall right to the ground
Take our leaders and lock em away
Cause anarchy is here to stay

I don’t care about Canada
Cause there’s anarchy in Whycocomagh
I could have stayed back in the U.K.
But now you have to listen to what we say

Nobody can stop us
It’s time for change to make a new start
It sound the same but it’s miles apart
We don’t believe in their macho junk
Conservative just isn’t punk
Don’t wanna be part of the working class
I like my freedom so I think I’ll pass
Not gonna wear any boots and braces
But call us hippies, we’ll smash your faces

Nobody can stop us now

Call me a commie, a pinko or a fag
I’ll wipe my ass with your fucking flag
The state won’t care if you’re alive or dead
You’d figure it out if you used your head
The life you live is an endless bore
Give your life to the state, and you still die poor
You will still be proud to wear the flag
When you’re shipped back home in a fucking bag

Imaginary Lines
This is the country you say you love
But tell me what you’re so proud of
Are you proud of how we neglect the poor?
Are you proud of how we won all the wars?
Democracy gives you the right to choose
What has your country done for you
I can’t believe you wanted this
To end up another working stiff

How can we let a boundary

No justice
It seems this story is getting old
In a world where freedom’s bought and sold
And poor man’s justice is a rich man’s dream
These sums that equate a capital scheme
And this system built on working tax
It only victimizes the working class
Is this the freedom that you choose?
How can you win if you can hardly afford to lose?

Don’t believe their lies
Cuz we’re the victims of a legal crime
No matter what they say
There’s no justice anyway

T.O.
In T.O. - The lost city of hate
The proud Canadian home of the American way
In T.O. - There’s no crossing the line
It’s a big town scene by small-town minds

Apparently the new rule seems to be
That punk’s all about this conformity
A monolithic thought for a linear scene

In T.O. - Queen Street West is the way
For the major-label boys to get their video play
In T.O. - There’s one way to dance
Like the floor punchin crew with the hardcore stance

And that’s the way the whole world seems to me
That no one gives a fuck about integrity
And you think that you have seen the light
And you think you can determine what’s wrong and right
Well your new enlightened views are remarkably short on sight

We are the Wankin Family
You see us out on a Saturday night
At the Mooseheads game, looking for a fight
We’ll fight on the ice or fight in the seats
And after the game, we riot in the streets

We crave disorder and thrive on chaos
Doing damage is what motivates us
We are the Wankin family

We’re not a threat until you fuck with us
So don’t try to say we’re scum
You can’t put the Wankin Family down
Cause kicking in heads is so much fun

Smashing up cops, burning up cars
Gonna kick some ass and clear out the bars
If the Mooseheads ever win the cup
We’re so sorry how we fuck shit up
And with Jim Carrey on our side
There’s nowhere left for you to hide

We are the Wankin Family

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