End Of An Era Lyrics

End Of An Era lyrics

Well it's 1997, just about a quarter past eleven



Nobody sits at home cause the rocks about to roll



The Citgo sign with it's neon fire is fryin' all the suits



While they're snortin' business up their nose, we're scuffin up our boots



The downtown beat pours onto the street of the ground level



Skeleton nation, but the high brow cannot hear it cause they ain't turned into
the station



All the common kids down on Comm. Ave have quite a lot to say 



But there ain't an ear to listen 'cause their turn is so far away







Another kid with a broken heart



An old beat up six string guitar



Last train stop better get off



At the end of an era



Ghetto blast goes 1-2-3-4



If you're sick of being poor



And the rebel beat beats on



At the end of an era







The elder ghosts are in the square



As johnny fresh cut chops off his hair



Butchy's black dreads flow all over town



As black souls jive to the reggae sound



When black and white dance together all night



It ain't gonna make the papers



When red blood fell from black and white lips 



They pinned it ghetto hatred







The Mission Hill kids have got a mission



It's called stayin' alive



Its the calm before the storm



In an ethnic jail tonight



All right ready to prowl?



Hey I seen it man



They come from every walk of life



From every edge of town



They got gasoline in their veins



Best walk on the other side of the street man



They got venom eyes



The Mission Hill kids, the Savin Hill pack



The Cambridge campers, the Sommerville house



The Charlestown town boys, suburban youth



They're idlin' high



They're blendin' in with the bricks



I know you seen us before



I've seen you ignore us



But we don't forget a face man



And we don't soon forgive...