Letras
January sun was unusually warm
And in the North End, no one sensed a storm
Steel tank groaned, then gave way fast
Two million gallons in a sugar blast
Horses drowned, a train derailed
The streets turned thick, the walls were veiled
A sweetness choked the harbor air
Death came sticky, beyond repair
Run, run! It's creeping quick
Slow like grief, but twice as thick
Didn't see the warning sign
Just molasses turning time
Run, run! It pulls you down
A candy wave across the town
History's strange, and often cruel
A dessert turned funeral
Men were trapped inside the goo
Took weeks to scrub the city through
Lawsuits flew like angry hornets
The kind that sting with legal warnings
Headlines read like satire played
But twenty-one souls couldn't be saved
The scent stayed lodged for years or more
Truth's a mess you can't ignore
Run, run! It's creeping quick
Slow like grief, but twice as thick
Didn't see the warning sign
Just molasses turning time
Run, run! It pulls you down
A candy wave across the town
History's strange, and often cruel
A dessert turned funeral
Could've been steam
Could've been war
But it was syrup, flooding the floor
Man builds tanks
Nature laughs
And Boston bathes in treacle wrath
Wasn't steam
Wasn't war
It was syrup, flooding the floor
Man builds tanks
Nature laughs
And Boston bathes in treacle wrath
Wasn't steam
Wasn't war
It was syrup, flooding the floor
Man builds tanks
Nature laughs
And Boston bathes in treacle wrath
Thick... slow... sweet... doom...
No escape from sugar's tomb...