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 We've scrapped and rapped
and jawed 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 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 You poke, provoke, 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 If I'm going down Hell, I'm not going down alone I
won't go 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 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 You poke, provoke, 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 If
I'm going down Hell, I'm not going down alone. Riot down on

Broad Stree