
The Great Boston Molasses Flood The Dead Milkmen
"The Great Boston Molasses Flood" by The Dead Milkmen, released in 1988, is a #Punk rock song that humorously recounts the 1919 disaster in Boston. It explores themes of industrial negligence and absurdity, using vivid imagery and satire. The catchy melodies and quirky lyrics reflect the band's irreverent style, contributing to their cult status.

Sweet Holy Jesus, there's a wall of molasses
Coming towards me and my family
Don't get me wrong I love disasters
But I haven't had breakfast
Or a cup of coffee
One hundred years from now
On the other side of town
There'll be a house party
And the Dresden Dolls will play
But I haven't got time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
Regulations just slow down the process
Inspections, we've got nothing to hide
Pay no attention to that groaning and creaking
Pay no attention to that growing dark tide
One hundred years from now
On this very spot
There'll be a quiet park where the children can play
But I haven't the time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
One hundred years from now
On the other side of town
There'll be a house party
And the Dresden Dolls will play
But I haven't got time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
Coming towards me and my family
Don't get me wrong I love disasters
But I haven't had breakfast
Or a cup of coffee
One hundred years from now
On the other side of town
There'll be a house party
And the Dresden Dolls will play
But I haven't got time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
Regulations just slow down the process
Inspections, we've got nothing to hide
Pay no attention to that groaning and creaking
Pay no attention to that growing dark tide
One hundred years from now
On this very spot
There'll be a quiet park where the children can play
But I haven't the time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
One hundred years from now
On the other side of town
There'll be a house party
And the Dresden Dolls will play
But I haven't got time to think of that now
Sweet sticky death is headed my way
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