Текст Boston Asphalt Dropkick Murphys

searching for the best break the black forties could afford them came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men with a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships >from the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard working 18+hour days for the b.a.c. intelligent, respectable, but made of modest means with an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man