Now let me tell you a story
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of a big ole' skinhead
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On a tragic and fateful day
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He put 10 cents in his pocket
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kicked his wife and family
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And went to ride on the M.B.T.A.
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[chorus]
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Did he ever return,
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no he never returned
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and his fate is still unknown
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he may ride forever
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neath the Streets of Boston
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he's a skinhead who never returned.
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Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station
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and he changes For Jamaica Plain,
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the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel,
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skinhead punches him in the brain.
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[chorus]</i>
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Now all night long
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skinhead drives through the station
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Wondering who can I go and see
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Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea
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or a bundle in Roxbury.
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[chorus]
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Skinhead's wife goes to the Scollay Square Station
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Everyday at quarter past two,
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and through the open window
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She hands skinhead a grenade
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as the train comes a rumbling through.
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[chorus]
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Now you citizens of Boston
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don't you think it's a scandal
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How the skinhead stole the train
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What's the big fuckin' deal,
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he'll work for beer
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Let skinhead drive that fuckin' train.
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[chorus 2x]</i>
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He's the skinhead who never returned.
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He's the skinhead who never returned.
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I said the skin never returns.
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[chorus 2x]</i>
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He's the skinhead who never returned.
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He's the skinhead who never returned.
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Skinhead On The MBTA (Traditional)
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| Dropkick Murphys |
