Flogging Molly - Man with No Country lyrics
[Flogging Molly - Man with No Country lyrics]
Picture an ending before it's begun
The art of forgiveness is
Not what we're taught
Reek of the havoc already made
The cradle was damaged, dug by the grave
Where you lie in the sin
For mortal is the soul
Forgive me this, father, before I go cold
From burden of grief and all I regret
Spare me the conscience before I forget
For once in this life
I better do something right
But, I'm caught in a world
That won't stop burning won't stop burning
Jump through the arms with a mindless desire
Hand in your pocket burnt by the fire
Cold as the stone you threw a the wall
Blood never boils till the pressure is high
With despise of the fear
That festers the growth
The truth always beckons
Don't lose what you stole
For once in this life
I better do something right
Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
I'll challenge the flames
Till this man with no country remains
Still caught in a world
That won't stop burning
Right or wrong, this is where I belong
I've always belonged if the truth be known
There's no place left to go
No place I can go
But there is a light, there's still a spark
There is no place in this room for the dark
So scatter the bones that's left of the old
For dust only settles when bored
Settles when bored
For once in this life
I better do something right
Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
I'll challenge the flames
Till this man with no country remains
Still caught in a world
That won't stop burning
Won't stop burning won't stop burning
The art of forgiveness is
Not what we're taught
Reek of the havoc already made
The cradle was damaged, dug by the grave
Where you lie in the sin
For mortal is the soul
Forgive me this, father, before I go cold
From burden of grief and all I regret
Spare me the conscience before I forget
For once in this life
I better do something right
But, I'm caught in a world
That won't stop burning won't stop burning
Jump through the arms with a mindless desire
Hand in your pocket burnt by the fire
Cold as the stone you threw a the wall
Blood never boils till the pressure is high
With despise of the fear
That festers the growth
The truth always beckons
Don't lose what you stole
For once in this life
I better do something right
Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
I'll challenge the flames
Till this man with no country remains
Still caught in a world
That won't stop burning
Right or wrong, this is where I belong
I've always belonged if the truth be known
There's no place left to go
No place I can go
But there is a light, there's still a spark
There is no place in this room for the dark
So scatter the bones that's left of the old
For dust only settles when bored
Settles when bored
For once in this life
I better do something right
Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken
I'll challenge the flames
Till this man with no country remains
Still caught in a world
That won't stop burning
Won't stop burning won't stop burning