Lower Allston Rising

The music's made on Boston's dejected streets
In polluted rooms and sweat dripping ceilings [bad word] together, defiance on the road
But the freeway can be [bad word] with no dosh or a home yeah

Music, a steady riot in my soul

My buddy Johnny, he can never get up
But it's him who should be admired
Not those fame driven shmucks
Works at a bar, gives me pints and free eats
I swear, Johnny alone feeds the Allston music scene

And then there's Sudz, yeah he can get bummed
After a long night of drinking in [bad word] riot fun
But it's easy to get down when you view life as a stray
But my man he brings me up
I should tell him one of these days

Music, a steady riot in my soul
Always in me

Just walking back from Central Square
Thinking about what I heard this smart guy share
S'like there's a time to drink and to dream
Then create [bad word] My life, resistant words, a good riff and a beat

steady riot