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Mighty Mighty Bosstones Pay Attention

There is this older guy That comes around from time to time We're sure that he fought in the war The war in Vietnam Most of what he tells us No one's

Bad news if he could choose Would he refuse to be the bearer Seems what he has to do Could not be any clearer It's a job he can't neglect Its consequences

now dance dance dance. Hello world Take a look at me Well you didn't when you should have So I'm sure you agree Not paying attention Has cost you greatly

Let me rant and let me ramble You're lookin' at lunatic in shambles I've got real issues I must wrestle I'm unfit to steer the vessel Somebody please

What took her to the city Was some sort of scholarship Some fancy New York fashion institute Her junkie boyfriend took to crime Which took up too much

I saw a man break down on New Year's Eve Drop to his knees and cry hysterically Screaming nonsense you would not believe On the sidewalk right in front

One day my skeletons appeared I knew where they were coming from Hung by a rope I volunteered I never thought the day would come Some boundaries I once

I'll let you in on how I'm feeling You've got a lot of nerve You'll get what you deserve Granted this feeling's un appealing I'm bitter I'll admit Now