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