Sing Loud

Sing Loud - David Dunn You can hear it from the rooftops It's the sound of sweet release As prison doors swing open All the people rise and sing The sing hed The sing had So sing, sing loud So everybody hears us When we all shout No one ignores us So

For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain for Boston, for Boston 'tis wisdom's earthly fane for here we are one and our hearts are true and the towers on the heights reach to heav'n's own blue. for Boston, for Boston 'til the echoes ring agai

I'll tell you a story, believe me, it's true A tale you'd best hope never happens to you Old Spicy McHaggis, how he met his fate You I can save, but for him it's too late Spicy was big, burly and strong His pipes were gigantic, and so was his schlong