My father once told this to me
Boston's gritty history
Another ruthless battle
In a useless holy war
Handed down discrepancies
And tensions that'll never ease
One early afternoon on Broad street
It blew up down there for sure
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
The Boston fire fighting volunteers
On their way to fight a fire somewhere
Met with a funeral procession
Proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe to toe
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
I won't go down alone
And when the fight was over
They retired to the Clover,
Silver Dollar, Thirsty Scollar
Whatever pubs they had back then
The Brownstone was in ashes
Broken Bones and bloody gashes
And a casket sat on Broad street
'til the sun came up again
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
There's a Riot down on broad street (x 4)
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My father once told this to me
Boston's gritty history
Another ruthless battle
In a useless holy war
Handed down discrepancies
And tensions that'll never ease
One early afternoon on Broad street
It blew up down there for sure
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
The Boston fire fighting volunteers
On their way to fight a fire somewhere
Met with a funeral procession
Proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe to toe
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
I won't go down alone
And when the fight was over
They retired to the Clover,
Silver Dollar, Thirsty Scollar
Whatever pubs they had back then
The Brownstone was in ashes
Broken Bones and bloody gashes
And a casket sat on Broad street
'til the sun came up again
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
There's a Riot down on broad street (x 4)
Boston's gritty history
Another ruthless battle
In a useless holy war
Handed down discrepancies
And tensions that'll never ease
One early afternoon on Broad street
It blew up down there for sure
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
The Boston fire fighting volunteers
On their way to fight a fire somewhere
Met with a funeral procession
Proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe to toe
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
I won't go down alone
And when the fight was over
They retired to the Clover,
Silver Dollar, Thirsty Scollar
Whatever pubs they had back then
The Brownstone was in ashes
Broken Bones and bloody gashes
And a casket sat on Broad street
'til the sun came up again
Broad street's just not broad enough
And you just don't love God enough
And if that isn't odd enough
We've taken too much crap
You've pushed us round the sod enough
We'e scrapped and rapped and jawed enough
Poked, provoked and prod enough
Something's gonna snap
Riot down on Broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, axe or cobblestone
Riot down on Broad street
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
And if I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
There's a Riot down on broad street (x 4)
Writer: DICKY BARRETT, JOSEPH GITTLEMAN
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