Flogging Molly - Requiem for a Dying Song lyrics
[Flogging Molly - Requiem for a Dying Song lyrics]
There's a government whip cracked
Across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen
Attack see the blood run down
In your bushwacked town
Revolution is the gimmick of
A jokerless clown
Another volley's just the ammo
For the taxman's gun
Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame but with you, my love
With you, my love with you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Grab the barrel by the face, shoot the order
Release shove the bullet in your pocket
Turn away and retreat
See the terror in the eye
Of a bloodshot child
With only rubble in his belly
And the promise of lies
Operation liberation, tell me you can decide
Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame
But with you, my love with you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Agony from every corner on every street
Ignite their loss of self with bitterness
Explode explode
There's a government whip cracked
Across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen
Attack
Ah, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame
But with you, my love with you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen
Attack see the blood run down
In your bushwacked town
Revolution is the gimmick of
A jokerless clown
Another volley's just the ammo
For the taxman's gun
Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame but with you, my love
With you, my love with you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Grab the barrel by the face, shoot the order
Release shove the bullet in your pocket
Turn away and retreat
See the terror in the eye
Of a bloodshot child
With only rubble in his belly
And the promise of lies
Operation liberation, tell me you can decide
Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame
But with you, my love with you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Agony from every corner on every street
Ignite their loss of self with bitterness
Explode explode
There's a government whip cracked
Across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen
Attack
Ah, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet
Don't know the way
In requiem for a dying song
Hear the shimmy and the shake
From a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Brings the darkness and the prize
Of another great shame
But with you, my love with you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song