Flogging Molly:What's Left Of The Flag
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This song is performed by Flogging Molly and appears on the album Drunken Lullabies (2002).
This song is performed by Flogging Molly and appears on the album Whiskey On A Sunday (2006).
His eyes, they closed, and his last breath spoke
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full, now an empty vase
Wilt the blossoms on his early grave
Walk away, me boy, walk away, me boy
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads, count them, one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In our garb of black we must pay respect
To the color we're born to mourn
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
By morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
In his place there grew an angry festered wound
Filled with hatred and remorse
Where I'd pick and scratch until the blood, it matched
The silent rage now that fills my lungs
For there are many ways to kill a man, they say
With bayonet, axe, or sword
But son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise
Leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
From the east out to the western shore
Where many men and many more will fall
But no angel flies with me tonight, 'till freedom reigns on all
And curse the names for which we slaved our days 'till every man, shall his kingdom come
But sure as night turns day, ends the passion play
Oh my god, what have they done?
With mad men's rage, well they dug our graves
But the dead rise again, you fools
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full, now an empty vase
Wilt the blossoms on his early grave
Walk away, me boy, walk away, me boy
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads, count them, one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In our garb of black we must pay respect
To the color we're born to mourn
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
By morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
In his place there grew an angry festered wound
Filled with hatred and remorse
Where I'd pick and scratch until the blood, it matched
The silent rage now that fills my lungs
For there are many ways to kill a man, they say
With bayonet, axe, or sword
But son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise
Leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
From the east out to the western shore
Where many men and many more will fall
But no angel flies with me tonight, 'till freedom reigns on all
And curse the names for which we slaved our days 'till every man, shall his kingdom come
But sure as night turns day, ends the passion play
Oh my god, what have they done?
With mad men's rage, well they dug our graves
But the dead rise again, you fools
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And raise what's left of the flag for me
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