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The Ice of Boston Lyrics

Artist: Dismemberment Plan
Album: Dismemberment Plan is Terrified

Pop open a bottle of bubblyâ‚¬yeah.
Hereâ‚¬â„¢s to another goddamn new year.
And outside, 2 million drunk Bostonians
Are getting ready to sing â‚¬Å“Auld Lang Sineâ‚¬?â‚¬out of tune.
I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration
And I wonder if youâ‚¬â„¢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 itâ‚¬â„¢s my mother.
And she says â‚¬Å“HI HONEY HOWâ‚¬â„¢S BOSTON?â‚¬?
And I stand there, all alone on New Yearâ‚¬â„¢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:
â‚¬Å“Oh, Iâ‚¬â„¢m fine Momâ‚¬"howâ‚¬â„¢s Washington?â‚¬?
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, yeahâ‚¬
So I guess the party line is I followed you up here.
Well, I donâ‚¬â„¢t know about that.
Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing some pathetic, ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself that Iâ‚¬â„¢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 sheâ‚¬â„¢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: â‚¬Å“Oh, Gladys, girl, I love you but, ohâ‚¬"get a life!â‚¬?
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

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