It started back in '94 with the passing of a Boston Jake And all it took to grab my heart was the sound that the bagpipes made So on with my life I
Seems to me you were snake-bitten from day one Absent somehow when they shot off the right from the wrong gun Always swimming in the deep end of your
As I'm walking down the street, I found the things that trouble me Are always easier to define when I have a clearer mind Always thinking of certain things
The handwriting was on the wall, but I refused to read it Our end always hung in the balance, apparent to both me and you But now you're looking for
For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with
Some people will go for years without ever finding their place Not us, we are the lucky ones, for we know who we truly are Not privy to abstract thinking
another average kid Looking up to the Pistols, idolizing Sid I guess my parents never really felt the same Spikes and leather jackets hurt my family name Now I'm on the streets
There you go just sitting on your ass Not realizing that your future's past You make me sick with your computer fix It's time to put down the toys and
Today I realized I need more to say So don't take this so serious I wrote it in a day See me looking at you Hear me I can hear you Listen to me I know
Watching neighborhood landscape You loomed larger than most Scholastic and academic achievements All which, you did boast World was in the palm of your
When I graduated high school College not my scene So I got a job at home for me Feeling good about my opportunity It's got benefits and decent pay...
The stain of these times Cuts right into our lives These conflict days they kill They wear us down Blood stains the ground The belt it has tightened
away? Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose Before the poison stream
Two hundred Irish go into Mexico To fight a battle of manifest destiny Driven by their Catholic conscience They chose to rise and do what's right Joined
Locked and loaded one more time Seeing if you can read between my lines As I sing my lover by I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it's sit
Pray as you rest on this night As God, November, and Boston Let you take flight May you rest in peace After you leave Albany Street So much love you left
Our beloved democracy is now six feet under, yes it is Cause you got perception managers selling war blunder, they do There is not an outlet they can
Savin Hill my starting point Down the beach with a few beers Didn't know what life had in for us Starting out at St. Margarets Up there on that lonely