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Boston Town Songtext
von Della Mae

Boston Town Songtext

Standing on the floor in the city of the spindles
Got me a job, lift me up to the middle
The offering it painted a very pretty picture
Work at the mill, sell the promise of the scripture

But a girl like me was worked to the bone
Your fingers bled and your body moaned
Fourteen hours a day and then
My paycheck was just half of the men

Looking down with oppression′s face
That pile of money they steal and waste
Then they said they'd have to cut our pay
So we broke our cage and formed the FLRA

Oh, they said
What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labour flag unfurl
I said
What more can you take from me
I own my hands and my dignity


So pass me a match and we′ll strike it on the ground
And we'll head back down to Boston town
We can start a fire and they'll never put it out
And we′ll head back down to Boston town

Oh, they said
What a waste of a pretty girl to let the labour flag unfurl
I said
What more can you take from me
I own my hands and my dignity

So pass me a match and we′ll strike it on the ground
And we'll head back down to Boston town
We can start a fire and they′ll never put it out
And we'll head back down to Boston
Oh

Pass me a match and we′ll strike it on the ground
And we'll head back down to Boston town
We can start a fire and they′ll never put it out
And we'll head back down to Boston

Oh Oooooooooohh


So
Pass me a match and we'll strike it on the ground
And we′ll head back down to Boston town
We can start a fire and they′ll never put it out
And we'll head back down
Oh

We can start a fire and they′ll never put it out
We'll head back down to Boston town
And we′ll head back down to Boston town
And we'll head back down to Boston town

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