To live and die in new england

Come back home
To the hearth you wallowed
All that time
Out your own damn body
Soul worn down to the pavement, bloody
The corner store still takes our rubbish

To the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground
To the lady, with a pin stuck in her frown
To the warehouse, allowed for me to dream
To the vibrant college scene
To the addicts coming clean
To the place apart of me

Oh, New England
Our New England
To live and die in New England
Oh, New England
An autumn paradise

Come back home
To the ones who raised you
All that time
In the cold, dark basement
All grown up in the face, black and blue
The old red line still takes you where you want to

To the bay state, where we’ll lay down in the ground
To the lady, who grew up by herself
To the shipyard, dad had used his hands
To the sunday football stands
To the seawall where i planned
To the place I’ve grown, a man

Oh, New England
My New England
To live and die in New England
Oh, New England
An autumn paradise