Allow me to tell a story about our little town,
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The big movies film here now and the stars all hang around,
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Some celebs are from here but we still hope they know
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That we're the ones that made you, we'll decide when you can go.
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We can't stand your success, we aren't afraid to let it show,
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Just ask Lenny Clark, he'll be sure to tell you so.
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We're arguing for sport here, and itching for a fight,
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We're obsessed with your presence,
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Yet repulsed by your sight.
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God loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and all,
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You've battled to the top my friends, now we're ready for your fall,
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You've reached new heights and seen the sights,
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Smell the roses while you can,
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For another star is falling in Boston tonight!
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We're creatures of habit, nothing ever changes here.
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2 a.m last call, so you better buy more beer.
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When our teams win it all, all we get's a rolling rally,
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And every goddamn function's MC'd by Mike O'mally.
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It's 2008 and new kids are still the rage,
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Well at least we know when they play Peter Wolf won't come on stage.
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The church is in a bind, there's trouble in the halls,
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But it's that senator from Arlington that tried to grab my balls.
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God loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and all,
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You've battled to the top my friends, now we're ready for your fall,
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You've reached new heights and seen the sights,
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Smell the roses while you can,
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For another star is falling in Boston tonight!
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If your name ain't Russell, Williams, Brady, Ortiz, Yaz, Orr, Bird,
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This place can be a little tough, some might say absurd.
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Dale and Holly build you up while the big show tears you down,
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Just like Edgar Renteria, we'll ship you out of town.
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But it's the GM's and the owners who'll take it on the chin,
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Cause we don't want excuses, we just wanna win.
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Ya see when losing your everyone's enemy,
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I wish Henry, Kraft and Wyc would kick the shit out of Jeremy.
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God loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and all,
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You've battled to the top my friends, now we're ready for your fall,
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You've reached new heights and seen the sights,
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Smell the roses while you can,
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For another star is falling in Boston tonight!
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How about those a¢æ©«Automaticsa¢æ?, Ernie's got a lot of fans.
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They don't sleep in cheap hotels or ride in crappy vans.
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They're headed for the top, though they may not be there yet,
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They're still the only bar band that's touring in a jet.
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And don't forget our actors, Chapman, Scannell, Lynch and Goodman,
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The directors always seem to make our hometown guys the hoodlum,
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But i'll tell ya finding talent in this town it ain't easy,
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Even Marty had to use a lousy local band from Quincy.
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God loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and all,
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you've battled to the top my friends, now we're ready for your fall,
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you've reached new heights and seen the sights,
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smell the roses while you can,
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for another star is falling in Boston tonight!
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The Chosen Few
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Dropkick Murphys |