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nobody every could explain
all the dead boys in our home town
we close our eyes
nobody every could explain
all the dead boys in our home town
we close our eyes
nobody every could explain
all the dead boys in our home town
we close our eyes
nobody every could explain
all the dead boys in our home town
we close our eyes
got nothing when there's
nobody left in your home again
you got to go
got nothing when there's
nobody left in your home again
you got to go
what i see when i turn and look
inside our home
home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
what i see when i turn and look
inside our home
home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
But I can always call the pavement we now stand upon 'my home'.
This is our home.
Through both the areas of wealth and poverty,
But I can always call the pavement we now stand upon 'my home'.
This is our home.
Through both the areas of wealth and poverty,
where we will remain. this place may have its' flaws
but i can always call the pavement we now stand upon 'my home'. this is our home. through both the areas of wealth and poverty
i appreciate every inch of our city. and i don't know if i could ever leave. our sanctuary
where we will remain. this place may have its' flaws
but i can always call the pavement we now stand upon 'my home'. this is our home. through both the areas of wealth and poverty
i appreciate every inch of our city. and i don't know if i could ever leave. our sanctuary
sons and daughters
we'll make our homes on the water
we'll build our walls aluminum
sons and daughters
we'll make our homes on the water
we'll build our walls aluminum
but once black
our home anew
but once black
but once black
our home anew
but once black
start
i left our hometown for the weekend on a big business deal
and i would close behind you my excuse is sharp and drill
start
i left our hometown for the weekend on a big business deal
and i would close behind you my excuse is sharp and drill
don't need no guns or no drugs on our streets
just a place to go and the boots on our feet. never alone. the city streets are where we roam. never alone. this is boston it's our home. never alone. the city streets are where we roam. never alone. this is boston it's our home. young skinhead they call you a hooligan
just because you don't make any sense to them
don't need no guns or no drugs on our streets
just a place to go and the boots on our feet. never alone. the city streets are where we roam. never alone. this is boston it's our home. never alone. the city streets are where we roam. never alone. this is boston it's our home. young skinhead they call you a hooligan
just because you don't make any sense to them
how was i supposed to know this was gonna hurt a soul
you and i are strangers in our home
you and i are strangers in our home
how was i supposed to know this was gonna hurt a soul
you and i are strangers in our home
you and i are strangers in our home