Texty písní Dropkick Murphys

Dropkick Murphys

Bloody Pig Pile

Now let me tell you a story

of a big ole' skinhead

On a tragic and fateful day

He put 10 cents in his pocket

kicked his wife and family

And went to ride on the M.B.T.A.

Did he ever return,

no he never returned

and his fate is still unknown

he may ride forever

neath the Streets of Boston

he's a skinhead who never returned.

Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station

and he changes For Jamaica Plain,

the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel,

skinhead punches him in the brain.

Did he ever return,

no he never returned

and his fate is still unknown

he may ride forever

neath the Streets of Boston

he's a skinhead who never returned.

Now all night long

skinhead drives through the station

Wondering who can I go and see

Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea

or a bundle in Roxbury.

Did he ever return,

no he never returned

and his fate is still unknown

he may ride forever

neath the Streets of Boston

he's a skinhead who never returned.

Skinhead's wife goes to the Scollay Square Station

Everyday at quarter past two,

and through the open window

She hands skinhead a grenade

as the train comes a rumbling through.

Did he ever return,

no he never returned

and his fate is still unknown

he may ride forever

neath the Streets of Boston

he's a skinhead who never returned.

Now you citizens of Boston

don't you think it's a scandal

How the skinhead stole the train

What's the big fuckin' deal,

he'll work for beer

Let skinhead drive that fuckin' train.

He's the skinhead who never returned.

He's the skinhead who never returned.

I said the skin never returns.

He's the skinhead who never returned.

He's the skinhead who never returned.