Lyrics:

On a muggy night in the north end in july A kid named Joseph Beeper Spence Took a shotgun blast to the back And died... There by the cp tracks, along the great divide you see Fought two native gangs called the deuce and the i.p. Dances with warriors, hatred between slaves They kill each other off... we all get saved I can't help but think... his mother's tears Beeper Spence was thirteen In the northern frontier A van crossed the bridge that night And stopped at flora avenue When Beeper thought they'd lost their way Walked over to see what he could do 'Are you i.p?...' 'straight up'. he'd say Even if it wasn't true 'Bust a cap in his ass' ...He turned to run, heard the blast Then he was through The kids in the van weren't much older than him Couldn't tell the difference by the colour of their skin One thing in common, and one thing was real clear Their future was ended in the northern frontier Dances with warriors, hatred between slaves They cut each other down and no one is safe Jeff Giles is cut down in his 22nd year Trying to stop an i.p. robbery in the northern frontier