Beacon Hill

There's a little house up on the hill
There's a little man signing his will
He's made from the money he earned when he faced the crown
It all went to his kids, they spent it all, and tore the place down
But a house stands there still, at the top of old Beacon Hill

There's a little tent facing the river
And in it there's a little kid destroying her liver
With some shit she bought from the store with a fake ID
She'd given some thought to the person she wanted to be
And when the night goes still, it gets quiet on old Beacon Hill

There's a little spire out by the park
And in it was a little fire a light in the dark
And now there's a little bird right where the flame used to be
And if it could fly, imagine the things it would see
Would it see the little boat out on the harbor
Watching the city get smaller and smaller
Oh, the settlers came and tore it all down
They filled in the water, and they ripped through the ground
All of their history trampled and paved
Built on a quarry of corpses and graves
Except for the bookstore, but nobody's there