The West Ends - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Just a walk in the park, Scollay Square after dark

I hear someone singin' «Is that Buddy Clark?»

This one’s a Bulfinch, I love every brick

The streets are so narrow and the accents are thick

Urban renewal, demolition, and the act of contrition

«Why would you live here in this condition?»

Why would they say that?

This is our home

The West End’s the best, then

Why won’t they just leave us alone?

A very short walk, but it’s block after block

Brutalist buildings beyond the shock

Cement and the steel and the zero appeal

If this was where you called home, then how would you feel?

Urban renewal, demolition, and the act of contrition

«Why would you live here in this condition?»

Why would they say that?

This is our home

The West End’s the best, then

Why won’t they just leave us alone?

Why won’t they leave us alone?

This is not squalor

It’s dollar to dollar

We don’t care about status

Or color or collar

This is not poverty

We don’t live in the slums

We are the working class poor

And we’re not just derelict bums

Urban renewal, demolition, and the act of contrition

«Why would you live here in this condition?»

Why would they say that?

This is our home

The West End’s the best…

Urban renewal, demolition, and the act of contrition

«Why would you live here in this condition?»

Why would they say that?

This is our home

The West End’s the best, then

Why won’t they leave us alone?

Why won’t they leave us alone?