every time every god damn time harpo the drunken fool he s a mess i gotta confess harpo the drunken fool he grew up with franklin poor up on the hill served under macarthur and learned how to kill comes home to recession yeah boy there s no work camps out at connor s the new pissed off jerk broken face he is a disgrace harpo the drunken fool thrown out of the hold right back into the cold harpo the drunken fool well the shine of a young man has worn off of him lost a trade to the whiskey no more knocking gin leave me alone i m doing just fine i m sleeping it off down at station nine why do you all care so much do you really think i m out to lunch i gave up on life so long ago because every yes i hoped for turned out a big no so to hell with this city and being legit forget all blue bastards colour me quit get my bottle my coat toss me my cap i m leaving boston and not looking back will we sing tales about him every once in awhile hope he won t crash dwon on malibou mile how will he change nobody knows but for the grace of god i know red lights arrive frozen they find harpo the drunken fool
['boston punk', 'punk', "punk 'n' roll", 'ska punk', 'skate punk']