Our charming city's so fun to get lost in,
squirming with vermin and the Cave Kids of Boston.
Plenty to go around—in the shadows, on the ground.
Plenty to be found—all around and underground.
We ain't pissing our drainpipes for slow dimes (slow dimes),
we can find what we need when the time's right.
They use it and we lose it, but we don't give in—
we'd rather ruin what was given by the system we live in.
We underachieve and live below our means
and can't get to sleep cos we have oversized dreams.
When their consolation pries open your eyes,
and they say you're better off dead but you ain't ready to die;
only the spineless are timeless, baby, you just wanna have fun
with the Cave Kids of Boston.