Requiem for a Dying Song - Flogging Molly
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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 bushwhack town
Revolution is the gimmick of a joke less clown
Where the body's just yelling for the tax man's gunTalk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the wayAnd requiem for a dying song
With a shimmy and a shank from a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shameWith you my love, with you my love
With you I will return
And requiem for a dying songGot the barrel by the face should the order release
Should the bullet in your pocket turn away and retreat
See the terror in the eye of a bloodshot child
Only bubble in his belly and the promise of lies
Operation, liberation, tell me, you can decideOh, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the wayRequiem for a dying song
With a shimmy and the shank from a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shameBut with you my love, with you my love
With you I will return
And requiem for a dying songAgony from every corner on every street
Act like he lost himself over bitterness
Explode, explodeThere's a government whip cracked across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen, attackOh, talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the wayRequiem for a dying song
With a shimmy and the shank from a futile war
With the sun that lights the day
Breaks the darkness and the powers of another great shameBut with you my love, with you my love
With you I will return
And requiem for a dying songWith you my love
With you I will return
And requiem for a dying song
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