Flogging Molly - Screaming at the Wailing Wall lyrics
[Flogging Molly - Screaming at the Wailing Wall lyrics]
So God, how come every wrong's been done
With deals no Christ should allow?
Once the communist now the terrorist
With blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of winter showers
Then the rattle, comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the
Misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I'll liberate your peoples' fate
Spoke the Burning Bush
But the song of beasts
Growl with oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky
Over refugee and child
And to all there is no end
Another day in perfect hell
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of deadly showers
Then a rattle, comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
With the bombed out cars come the falling
Stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the
Misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the wailing wall
Oh, I'll liberate your peoples' fate
As we scream at the Wailing Wall
With deals no Christ should allow?
Once the communist now the terrorist
With blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of winter showers
Then the rattle, comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the
Misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I'll liberate your peoples' fate
Spoke the Burning Bush
But the song of beasts
Growl with oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky
Over refugee and child
And to all there is no end
Another day in perfect hell
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of deadly showers
Then a rattle, comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gathering storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a
Familiar song let loose
With the bombed out cars come the falling
Stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the
Misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the wailing wall
Oh, I'll liberate your peoples' fate
As we scream at the Wailing Wall