Dismemberment Plan — The Ice Of Boston lyrics

Lyrics

Pop open a bottle of bubblyЂ¦yeah.
HereЂ™s to another goddamn new year.
And outside, 2 million drunk Bostonians
Are getting ready to sing ЂњAuld Lang SineЂќЂ¦out of tune.
I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration
And I wonder if youЂ™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 itЂ™s my mother.
And she says ЂњHI HONEY HOWЂ™S BOSTON?Ђќ
And I stand there, all alone on New YearЂ™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:
ЂњOh, IЂ™m fine MomЂ"howЂ™s Washington?Ђќ
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, yeahЂ¦
So I guess the party line is I followed you up here.
Well, I donЂ™t know about that.
Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing some pathetic,
ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself that IЂ™d rather not admit
to right now.
Woke up at 3 A.M. with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and the Pips song on About how sheЂ™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: ЂњOh, Gladys, girl, I love you but, ohЂ"get a life!Ђќ
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