The music's made on Boston's dejected streets In polluted rooms and sweat dripping ceilings We come together, defiance on the road But the freeway can be brutal with no dosh or a home yeah
Music, a steady riot in my soul
My buddy Johnny, he can never get up But it's him who should be admired Not those fame driven shmucks Works at a bar, gives me pints and free eats I swear, Johnny alone feeds the Allston music scene
And then there's Sudz, yeah he can get bummed After a long night of drinking in that rude riot fun But it's easy to get down when you view life as a stray But my man he brings me up I should tell him one of these days
Music, a steady riot in my soul Always in me
Just walking back from Central Square Thinking about what I heard this smart guy share S'like there's a time to drink and to dream Then create and complete My life, resistant words, a good riff and a beat
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