Слова и текст песни Dropkick Murphys — Skinhead On the M.B.T.A.
— Trad’ — J. Steiner, B. Hawes — Murphys’ Version — Casey, Barton —
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
chorus: 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) or (throws him right off the train.
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
Skinhead’s wife goes to the Scully Square Station Everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a rumbling through
Now you citizens of Boston don’t you think its a scandal How the skinhead stole the train What’s the big fuckin’ deal, he’ll work for beer Let the skinhead drive the train
He’s the skinhead who never returns 2X