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Riot On Broad Street Lyrics
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
and 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
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)
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 (x4)
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
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
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
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
and 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Song Info
Submitted by
skonk On Apr 22, 2004
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Kickass song... The Bosstones are just Skatastic
The Bosstones teamed with Big Bad Bollocks to give this song that irish flare.
About Boston's terrible Broad Street riot between an Irish funeral procession and an English fire fighting crew. June 11, 1837
The Broad Street Riot occurred in Boston, Massachusetts, on June 11, 1837. The riot began when a company of English firefighters met with an Irish funeral procession on Broad Street. Fighting broke out, and eventually 1000 people were included in the melee, though no one was killed. Several houses were broken into and vandalized, and the rioters launched rocks and other missiles at each other. The fight was eventually broken up by the military.
I may be digging too deep here, but I think that they're comparing themselves to the Irish rioters. In protesting social change, the MMB's are a lot like the Irish, who viewed themselves as oppressed by the British. Mainly because they were oppressed by the British.
I may be digging too deep here, but I think that they're comparing themselves to the Irish rioters. In protesting social change, the MMB's are a lot like the Irish, who viewed themselves as oppressed by the British. Mainly because they were oppressed by the British.