Bloody Pig Pile - Live

Lyrics for Bloody Pig Pile - Live

Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day He put 10 cents in his pocket kicked his wife and family And went to ride on the M.B.T.A. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes For Jamaica Plain, the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel, skinhead punches him in the brain. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now all night long skinhead drives through the station Wondering who can I go and see Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Skinhead's wife goes to the Scollay Square Station Everyday at quarter past two, and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a rumbling through. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Now you citizens of Boston don't you think it's a scandal How the skinhead stole the train What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer Let skinhead drive that fuckin' train. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never returned. He's the skinhead who never returned. He's the skinhead who never returned. I said the skin never returns.