Flogging Molly - What's Left of the Flag

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 blossums
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 1 2 3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
we must pay respect
to the color we're born to mourn

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

In his place there grew
an angry festered wound
filled with hatred and remorse
where I pick and scratch
'til the blood amassed
to 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
just leaves 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
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come

But sure as night turns day
it's the passion play
oh my God
what have they done
with madmans 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 boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me

Flogging Molly - Drunken Lullabies

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
forgotten freedom burns
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Left a conscience blessed to kill

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

Ah, well maybe it`s the way we're taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though nothing is left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I sit and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies