What's Left Of The Flag

Flogging Molly

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 roserly beads

Count to 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 a spiked ruin

An angry festered wound

Full of hatered and remourse

Where I pick and scratch

At the blooded mess

Silent rage that now 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 gun

Just put 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