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End Of An Era

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...