歌曲 | Riot On Broad Street - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | The Mighty Mighty Bosstones |
专辑 | Pay Attention |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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) |
zuo ci : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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 |
zuò cí : Barrett, Gittleman ... | |
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 |