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 blossoms
on his early grave

walk away me boy
walk away me boy
and my morning we'll be free
wipe the golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
then the rosely 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 the 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 pick and scratch
til' the blood it matched
the silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
with bayonette axe or sword
but son the bullet fired
from a shapeless guise
from the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe the 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 to day
it's a passion play
oh my god
what have they done
with madmens rage
well they dug their graves
but the dead rise again you fools

walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe the 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 the golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me