Government Center

Cocked a 12:30 from Ashmont Station

Thirty-two ounces with the rum mixed in

God knows I need it with the way I been living

Self-medicated, chemical salvation

Afternoon show up at Central Station

When the music hits, I don't feel no pain

Now I'm outside in the cold again

Trying to find my way

The sun is setting in the combat zone

The streets are empty, all the bars are closed

And I'm walking through Government Center

Two Seven's Clash on my headphones

Dodging the cops at the ATM

Three third-hand suits and a record collection

From late night raids at the salvage bins

Whatever god I pray to, he's broke as me

Got a busted four-track and a dead-end job

I'm at the downs on Fridays, trying to make it pay off

On a twelve-to-one, but I got shut out

Man, I'd be late to my own fucking funeral

Check the headlines, passing out-of-town news

Says this world is still fucked and run by fools

And it don't seem to matter which drugs you use

It still turns out the same

The sun is setting in the combat zone

The streets are empty, all the bars are closed

And I'm walking through Government Center

Junior Rankin on my headphones

This record spins the same old song

The speaker's blown and the needle's worn

Don't matter nothing in the end

They say when you leave

You can never go home again

The sun is setting in the combat zone

The streets are empty, all the bars are closed

And I'm walking through Government Center

Mighty Sparrow on my headphones

The sun is setting in the combat zone

The streets are empty, all the bars are closed

And I'm walking through Government Center

Wasted Potential on my headphones

The sun is setting in the combat zone

The streets are empty, and I'm on my own

And I'm walking through Government Center

Trying to make my way back home