Well some kid got the lock down 'Cause he got flip with an officer No you don't do that in this town Unless you can bail yourself out Some kids got the kick down Fightin' straights from Fenway Park But who was in the right now And who still feels the scars?
Whoah, pick yourself up now, lets go
Now when we come to your town Ain't no one gonna be a thug But we're gonna have a lot of words now So ya tough hoods listen up I seen ya drinkin' down the river I seen ya fightin' at the shows I seen em crawl from every niche around And then I've seen em go
These are the times And I don't care how it happens Things just gotta change
Are you in it for a lifetime Are you giving back what you take Is what I'm saying sinking in Or is it just another wasted day Theres one thing that they got that we ain't got Its the long arm of the law When the mace came out I clutched the ground Then they kicked me up some more
Pick it up punk
In the bear white walls of the fish factory I worked all day just to make ends meet Cut and gut and pack it up That will never get you far
They got me workin' all day
I spent two years in a factory With fumes so thick it hurt to breathe Destroyed my throat broke my back I ain't never going back
They got me workin' all day
They get you in when you're down and out Your blood and sweat is running out One things for sure its plain to see I don't wanna work in a factory
They got me workin' all day
You'll hear the blood hounds bark And they'll lay me stiff and stark I'm gagged and bound six foot in the ground With a bullet in my heart
But never say die though they'll try to destroy you They can strangle hope with the hangman's rope But we feel no stranglehold
And never forget they hanged Captain John Brown Though we lost a man we came back again With a force one hundred fold
Let me tell you 'bout police They want a piece of me Their hate is a beast that lives and breathes And fed by the bourgeoisie
But never say die though they try to destroy you They can strangle hope with a hangman's rope But we feel no stranglehold And never forget our brothers in Braintree Though we lost a man we came back again With a force one hundred fold And never forget out Haymarket martyrs Though we lost out men we came back again With a force one hundred fold
Theres something in your blood for revolution But I think that your blood is running cold Will time really tell When theres no hope left to sell Or will despair take its toll
You bet your ass the lambs will keep on crying If the the wolf is still circling the fence You think you've seen the way, but by the light of day You've only reached another dead end
Has your dream slipped through your fingers Or maybe it wasn't really there Or maybe part of growing up Is losing touch with you've loved And finding a new reason to care
This story starts out spray painted on a wall Its been there for decades As the cigarette burns the world still turns While the vodka numbs the pain
And everyone's got a sob story And the sigh is always the same When you turn out the pockets of your dirty jeans And find two bucks to your name And everyone's got somewhere to go And got somethin' to do I watch you millin' around all over this town While i kick a stone or two
These six strings can be bullets if ya got something to say And if ya make a living off of telling them off Then I'd say you won the game Well just about four years ago there was no one to be found Now theres anger in four hundred eyes and fresh boots on the ground
Now this story ends spray painted on a wall Its still there to this day You pass it on your way to work As the paint it starts to fade No one is givin' nothin' there ain't one damn thing for free So spring to life like a switchblade knife, its time they started to bleed Another story, out with the old, in with the new, hope and glory
You and me we always hit it off well Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime So we jumped the subway in town on the Red Line
I remember
We were never off our feet kickin' stones down on the street We got arrested more than once before we hit the age eighteen My folks untied the knot, your old man got a job in New York You picked up habbits, I picked up the guitar
We used to steal a lot Then catch a show off the Kenmore stop But I felt I robbed the most When that poison hit your heart Should have never seen you off Should have been right there when you nodded off But you told me you weren't doing nothing hard
I remember seeing you two weeks before you died I swear to christ you had that gleam still in your eye And now I'm runnin' But I'm runnin' all alone When I'm done runnin' I'll burn out and fade away with you
For a wage of copper they'll make you rich in gold And thats what you got if you got control But if you got nothin' you ain't got no hope 'Cause everybody knows where the money goes
A mans gotta work if he wants to live But is a life of labor for the highest bid A life worth livin' oh tell me if it is Cause I wanna know when to cash in
They don't know your fury, can't hear you shout No matter how loud you holler, they'll drown you out No fist of ours has any clout If a fist of theirs can knock you out
Oswald is in the library But he's got the face of an 'injun' cheif Buying Manhattan for twenty six beads I was lookin' at my watch just the other day It said doomsday is just a couple years away That ain't much time to halt the crime of whores
Theres no more heroes, theres no more justice White collar crime from the office
In my state you make sixteen grand To even camp in poverty land What if you're only makin' twelve Then where you gonna dwell They made me buy my food with stamps Meanwhile reservations die Capital don't care if your skin is red or white
We got crooks in power in the USA Modern day whiskey, green paper cocaine The pied piper had a parade Led the founders to their grave All thats left is a land soaked with guilt and blood I ain't never been out there But I bet its the same as here Hope got cancelled years ago For the Ronald Reagan show They're the real mohegan clan Not us spikes in whitey land They were first to live without the law
There ain't no reason anymore There ain't no spirit anymore There ain't no hope anymore There ain't no glory anymore
Goldman, Debs, and Parsons Must be rolling in their graves The way this movement behaves So if you believe in freedom, well I believed in you That together we would see a brighter day
There ain't no turning back no more There ain't nowhere to hide no more There ain't no heroes anymore There ain't no justice anymore
They think they know whats best for you But have they walked a mile in your boots This scene is me this scene is you We're the wheels that make it turn
Went down to Kenmore the other day Where us punks used to hand The Rats boarded up, its been bought out Theres not a whisper where we used to shout
We're all in this Together
We may never get anywhere Yeah somedays I don't wanna care But once your eyes are open they can't be shut At least we're tryin' thats goof enough
I haven't lost my edge I haven't lost my faith We still need to overthrow this state I still hate the rich I still hate the cops I still hate the clubs that rip us off
Theres a sun settin' on the horizon And we're running full speed with guns Some make it and others get burnt up So we're gonna make sure we're the ones With the one way ticket outta here 'Cause we been twenty years down We want guitars not a suit or shovel To get out of vampire town
Don't tread on me
'Cause we're sick and we're tired And we're running out of fuel So take this song as a so long 'Cause you need us we don't need you
We ain't gonna work for you, no
You're gonna get nothin' done now Sittin' front a TV screen So don't complain when we march through your town If you miss the train when it leaves Get out anyway that you can now Burn the pavement under your feet Come out of hiding the dust is clearing Ain't no one singing defeat
The agony of youth no it never did me good 'Cause all the glory never had the meaning that it should Never again will I see through those eyes Never again will I have you by my side
Never Again
I wanna call you a brother we'll be there for each other And call it all out own, we'll call it all our own Well one thing thats for certain They'll draw the final curtain But you'll never fight alone You'll never fight alone
Well it's 1997, just about a quarter past eleven Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll The Citgo sign with it's neon fire is fryin' all the suits While they're snortin' business up their nose, we're scuffin up our boots The downtown beat pours onto the street of the ground level Skeleton nation, but the high brow cannot hear it cause they ain't turned into the station All the common kids down on Comm. Ave have quite a lot to say But there ain't an ear to listen 'cause their turn is so far away
Another kid with a broken heart An old beat up six string guitar Last train stop better get off At the end of an era Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4 If you're sick of being poor And the rebel beat beats on At the end of an era
The elder ghosts are in the square As johnny fresh cut chops off his hair Butchy's black dreads flow all over town As black souls jive to the reggae sound When black and white dance together all night It ain't gonna make the papers When red blood fell from black and white lips They pinned it ghetto hatred
The Mission Hill kids have got a mission It's called stayin' alive Its the calm before the storm In an ethnic jail tonight All right ready to prowl? Hey I seen it man They come from every walk of life From every edge of town They got gasoline in their veins Best walk on the other side of the street man They got venom eyes The Mission Hill kids, the Savin Hill pack The Cambridge campers, the Sommerville house The Charlestown town boys, suburban youth They're idlin' high They're blendin' in with the bricks I know you seen us before I've seen you ignore us But we don't forget a face man And we don't soon forgive...
