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you say its because we're boisterous you hate us cause we got our dignity we stand together proud and strong this is a place where we belong we got loyal friends we keep our heads held high, we'll stick together you and i don't need no guns or drugs on our streets just a place to go and the boots on our feet never alone. . . the city streets are where we roam never alone. . . this is boston its our home never alone. . . the city streets are where we roam never alone. . . this is boston its our home young skinhead they call you hooligan just because you don't make any sense to them but the blood that runs right down your wrist don't come from a knife, but the cuts on your fist your torn up knuckles and faded blue jeans are the colors you wear and the life that you've seen you tell the truth look people in the eye don't live you life in no baggy disguise don't need no gang to watch my ass just loyal friendship and a pint of bass we'll sweat in the ring and bleed in the streets but our will and spirit can not be beat you can shoot and you can kick but together we'll stick through thick and thin not stick or stone can break the bond that has here grown arm and arm we fight as one