Bloody Pig Pile

Now let me tell you a story 'bout a big ole' skinhead
 On a tragic and fateful day
 He put 10 cents in his pocket, kicked his wife and family
 And went to ride on the M.B.T.A.
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Square Station
 And he changes for Jamaica Plain
 The conductor says, "Skinhead, I need a nickel"
 Skinhead punches him in the brain
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 Now all night long skinhead drives through the station
 Wondering, "Who can I go and see?"
 I can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea
 Or a bundle in Roxbury
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 Skinhead's wife goes to the Scollay Square Station
 Everyday at quarter past two
 And through the open window she hands skinhead a grenade
 As the train comes rumbling through
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal
 How skinhead stole that train?
 What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer
 Let skinhead drive that fuckin' train
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 Did he ever return? No, he never returned
 And his fate is still unknown
 He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston
 He's a skinhead who never returned
 A skinhead who never returned
 He's the skinhead who never returned
 He's the skinhead who never returns