come back home to the hearth you wallowed all that time out your own damn body soul worn down to the pavement, bloody the corner store still takes our rubbish
to the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground to the lady, with a pin stuck in her frown to the warehouse, allowed for me to dream to the vibrant college scene to the addicts coming clean to the place apart of me
Oh, New England Our New England To live and die in New England Oh, New England Are an paradise
come back home to the ones who raised you all that time in the cold, dark basement all grown up in the face, black and blue the old red line still takes you where you want to
to the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground to the lady, who grew up by herself to the shipyard, dad had used his hands to the sunday football stands to the seawall where i planned to the place I’ve grown, a man
Oh, New England My New England To live and die in New England Oh, New England Are an paradiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
