Текст: Dropkick Murphys. In The Streets Of Boston.

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a streetwise man. Going wowhere with my life. Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; On the corner every night. So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace. the end is coming, no time for running. Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man. Selling death and making cash. Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man. Society has called my bluff tonight. So brace-for impact, brace-for impact, brace-for impact, why don't you brace. the end is coming, no time for running. The end is coming, no time for running now!