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I was born in the city of Boston
Then put in foster care
Got adopted, moved away
For my developmental years
No love lost for suburbia,
Sprawling houses lawns and trees
The streets, the streets
Kept calling out to me
Playing punk rock kickball at MIT
Hangin’ out, drinkin’ beers with Satan & Brittonie
Went to my first show at The Middle East
Life changing moments: that was it for me
These city streets; Are where we roam
This grand old town; We call our home
We’ll wander these dirty streets until the end of time
These streets are where I wanna die
I remember hanging at The Rat
Right before they tore it down
And how my heart sank in my chest
As it crumbled to the ground
Things will keep on changing
Like the color of the leaves
The streets, the streets,
Keep calling out to me
Some friends stay, some friends go
Through the summer heat and the winter snow
The counter-culture and history
There’s no where else I’d rather be
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Better Watch Out
02:20
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Six Strings
03:03
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On the day I turned 13
Dad gave me my first guitar
On those lazy summer days
I was king of the garage
I met my best friends, we started a band;
The rats in the basement were our only fans
We learned hard lessons about life and love
While I learned to play guitar
Hey...
This song’s for the kids that got something to say!
If you’ve got the music and
You’ve got something to say
Pick up a mic, six strings or sticks
Then go and find a place to play
Your only limits are
The ones that you create
Music is the key to immortality;
No one can ever take that away
Ten long years, triumph and tears
Will make you who you are
It appears I overcame my fears
Onstage in smokey bars
Just a shy kid when it all began
Life on the road made me a man
If you've got six strings and the will to sing
You can spread your message far
Six Strings, Six Strings Held in my hand
Gonna take my six strings, Gonna make a stand
Six Strings, Six Strings, Held in my hand
Who needs an army when you’ve got a band?
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Here We Go Again
02:24
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Back in the lands of C L E
The worst place I've ever seen
I met a man, his name was Joe
as he looked around he said "Boy you know,
never trust the government,
You never know how your money is spent"
He swore to live till the day he died,
But when the chips are down you can only cry
Woah
Here We Go Again!!
Now I'm in the swamps of Bowling Green
A pack of smokes and a bag o' green
A place the natives thought was cursed
if I stuck round there I would have left in a hearse.
Now I'm in Allston Rock City
I like to sit around and get shitty,
I know to live till the day I die,
But when the chips are down you can only cry
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On the streets of Kingston town
The rude boys are at their best
With sharp suits and pork pie hats
Nobody gwaan come test
The selector runs the dance
The dubplates get no rest
Needles cut through wax of
Vinyl records freshly pressed
Runnin' riddims all night long
Selector, Rewind that song!
Killing sounds without a gun
Murder Sound is Number One!
Rude girls in miniskirts wine
on the dancehall floor
When dutty girl drop leg
She leaves the rudeboys wanting more
The sound plays on right through the night
Until the break of dawn
If rude boy gets lucky then
He’ll take the rude girl home
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Switchblade
03:09
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I can feel it in my bones
Electricity in the air
The shit just might go down tonight and
I've gotta be prepared
Brass knuckles, bats and fisticuffs
May make you feel tough
I’m still reaching for my blade
When I’m outnumbered on my turf
CLICK CLICK; You turn your head
Italian stiletto; A flash of red
TICK TICK; Two seconds left
Till you feel cold steel across your neck
Murder’s just a numbers game and
So is self-defense
If you’re gonna jump my crew
You gotta use some common sense
Ten to three ain’t real good odds
And this ain’t Vegas, son
Pack it up and roll it out;
Bitch, you’d better run
Don't (Don't) walk the streets after dark
Don't take that shortcut through the park
You don't wanna hang on the hill
Till you remember to pack your steel
Throughout my youth I wanted to fight
Unleash the fury every night
But I grow wiser as I grow old;
My advice to you: "Stay Gold!"
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