In The Streets Of Boston Lyrics - The Early Years - Dropkick Murphys

Got a bleak perspective, 

I'm a streetwise man. 

Going wowhere with my life. 

Careening toward an early death, 

A streetwise man; 

On the corner every night. 

So brace-for impact, 

Brace-for impact, 

Brace-for impact, 

Why don't you brace. 

The end is coming, 

No time for running. 

Dealing drugs to little kids, 

A streetwise man. 

Selling death and making cash. 

Pulling scams and moving bids, 

A streetwise man. 

Society has called my bluff tonight. 

So brace-for impact, 

Brace-for impact, 

Brace-for impact, 

Why don't you brace. 

The end is coming, 

No time for running. 

The end is coming, 

No time for running now!