For Boston

It’s poison
First it feels like a prick, and then it hits you like a jumbo jet
It’s heaven
And heaven is a place you can never find your cigarettes
For Boston
Shamrock shakes and Oxycontin
Bob Cousy
When they say they’re looking around for the O.C., they ain’t talking about the
TV
Some townie
He’s got a diamond wrapped up in a dishtowel, and he’s trying to do a deal with
me
And he’s skittish like a centipede
He’s got a steak knife in his jacket sleeve
For Boston
Shamrock shakes and Oxycontin
For Boston
You can find it at the corner of the Commons right by Downtown Crossing
Oh, these girls at BU they all do it too
They lie down on Lansdowne, they lose their left shoes
These girls at BU they all do it too
She stumbled down Lansdowne, she lost her left shoe
And she lost all her friends
And she’s crying and she needs a ride home
You just want it to end
She lost her new phone
She despises her friends
And when you get her back to housing, she asks if you want to come in and get
pinned
For Boston
You can solve all your problems in the Commons right by Downtown Crossing
In Brighton
St. Elizabeth is sick of all your drinking and fighting
In Allston
There are nights when you get pretty annoying