Bloody Pig Pile Songtext
von Dropkick Murphys

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