Flogging Molly - Another Bag of Bricks lyrics
[Flogging Molly - Another Bag of Bricks lyrics]
T'was in the early evening near
The presence of the moon
You told me you would meet me here
Well now is not too soon
This dagger twisting in my back
Tells me I never should
Have trusted everything to fall from
Beggar to the fool
I see your face like every race
A serpent with two arms
Devouring me while rains the sun
With dreams of foreign lands
This cold and dark
Tormented hell is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be your judge
With another bag of bricks
I scratch your name across these
Walls and with my blood, turns red
Then drips upon the killing floor which
Now I call my bed
No precious light to harbor like
So many here before
With every drop of blood you take
Now breaths a thousand more
With another bag of bricks
Temper filled with blindness leads this
Lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
A scourge you can't command
So you deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scour me with your hollow eyes
Still burning to the core
No door will go unanswered like
So many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon this
Tired and beaten war
When all return from exile
Free from all once bound
Through cannonballs of parasites
The truth will yet be found
With another bag of bricks
This cold and dark
Tormented hell is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be your judge
With another bag of bricks
The presence of the moon
You told me you would meet me here
Well now is not too soon
This dagger twisting in my back
Tells me I never should
Have trusted everything to fall from
Beggar to the fool
I see your face like every race
A serpent with two arms
Devouring me while rains the sun
With dreams of foreign lands
This cold and dark
Tormented hell is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be your judge
With another bag of bricks
I scratch your name across these
Walls and with my blood, turns red
Then drips upon the killing floor which
Now I call my bed
No precious light to harbor like
So many here before
With every drop of blood you take
Now breaths a thousand more
With another bag of bricks
Temper filled with blindness leads this
Lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
A scourge you can't command
So you deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scour me with your hollow eyes
Still burning to the core
No door will go unanswered like
So many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon this
Tired and beaten war
When all return from exile
Free from all once bound
Through cannonballs of parasites
The truth will yet be found
With another bag of bricks
This cold and dark
Tormented hell is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be your judge
With another bag of bricks