Dismemberment Plan – The Ice Of Boston

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Dismemberment Plan and this amazing music is titled “The Ice Of Boston”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘The Dismemberment Plan Is Terrified’ and it was released in the year 1997.

 

Music Video below!.

 

The Ice Of Boston Lyrics

Pop open a bottle of bubbly, yeah

Here’s to another goddamn new year

And outside, two million drunk Bostonians are getting ready to sing “Auld Lang Syne” out of tune

I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration

And I wonder if you’re out there

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light, in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Pop open a third bottle of bubbly

Yeah, and I take that bottle of champagne

Go into the kitchen, stand in front of the kitchen window

And I take all my clothes off, take that bottle of champagne

And I pour it on my head, feel it cascade through my hair

And across my chest, and the phone rings

And it’s my mother

And she says “Hi honey, how’s Boston?”

And I stand there, all alone on New Year’s Eve

Buck naked, drenched in champagne, looking at a bunch of strangers

Uh, looking at them, looking at me, looking at them, and I say

“Oh, I’m fine Mom, how’s Washington?”

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light, in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light, in day or night

And I slip on it every time, time, time, time, yeah

So I guess the party line is I followed you up here

Well, I don’t know about that

Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing about some pathetic

Ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself

That I’d rather not admit to right now

I woke up at three AM with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and the Pips song on

About how she’d rather live in his world with him than live in her own world alone

And I lay there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep

And I thought to myself “Oh, Gladys, girl, I love you but, oh, get a life!”

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light, in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light, in day or night

And I slip on it every time, time, time, time

Time, time, time

Time, time, time

Time, time, time

Yeah

 

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