Riot on Broad Street Songtext
von The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Riot on Broad Street Songtext
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've 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've 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 Scholar, 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′ve 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
There's a riot down on Broad Street
There′s a riot down on Broad Street
There′s a riot down on Broad Street
Hey, hey, hey... Ha
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've 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've 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 Scholar, 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′ve 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
There's a riot down on Broad Street
There′s a riot down on Broad Street
There′s a riot down on Broad Street
Hey, hey, hey... Ha
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