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Flogging Molly - What's Left Of The Flag (Official Video)
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Flogging Molly
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Dave King
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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 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
By morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear
Raise what's left of the flag for me
In it's place there grew an angry festered wound
Filled with hatred and remorse
Where I pick and scratched, till 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
Just put 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
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 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 madman'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
And 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
Written by: Dave King

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