Riot on Broad Street Songtext

von Mighty Mighty Bosstones

My father once told this to me
Boston city's gritty history
Another ruthless battle
In a useless holy war
Handed down discrepancies
And tensions that will 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
You poke, provoke, 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 broad street
Eye to eye and toe to toe
Riot down on broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, ax or cobblestone
Riot down on broad street
If I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
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
A casket set on broad street
'Til the sun came up again
Riot down on broad street
Hand me a brick, a stick, a picket
Bottle, ax or cobblestone
Riot down on broad street
If I'm going down
Hell, I'm not going down alone
I won't go down alone