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Flogging Molly ~ What's Left Of The Flag


His eyes they close 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 boys 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 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 were born to mourn walk away me boys 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 In his place there grew, an angry festered wound full of hatered and remourse Where i'd pick and scratch, till the blood it matched silent rage that now fills my lungs for there are many ways to kill a man they say With a bayonette, sword or axe but son a bullet fired from a shapeless gun Leaves but the shell of a Thompson Gun 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 from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel flys 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 fashion pallay oh my god what have they done with madmen rage well the dogged craze but the dead rise again you fools 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 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 more free lyrics

His eyes they close
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 boys
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
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 were born to mourn
walk away me boys
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

In his place there grew,
an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
Where i'd pick and scratch,
till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
With a bayonette, sword or axe
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless gun
Leaves but the shell of a Thompson Gun

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

from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys 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 fashion pallay
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools

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

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

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