Lyrics:

In the streets of Boston

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a streetwise man
Going nowhere in my life
Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man
On the corner every fucking night

So brace for impact
Brace for impact
Brace for impact
Why don't you brace
The end is coming, no time for running

Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man
Selling death and making cash
Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man
Society has called my bluff tonight

So brace for impact
Brace for impact
Brace for impact
Why don't you brace
The end is coming, no time for running
The end is coming, no time for running now