What's Left Of The Flag

(альбом: Drunken Lullabies - 2002)

His eyes they closed
And his last breath spoke
He had seen all to be seen
A life once full, now an empty vase
Wilt the blossoms on his early grave

Walk away me boy
Walk away me boy
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
From your mother dear
And raise what's left
Of the flag for me

Then the rosary beads
Count them 1, 2, 3
Fell apart as they hit the floor
In a garb of black
We must pay respect
To the color we're born to mourn

Walk away me boys
Walk away me boys
By morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
From your mother dear
And raise what's left
Of the flag for me

In it's place there grew an angry festered wound
Filled with hatred and remorse
Where I pick and scratched, 'til the blood it matched
The silent rage now that fills my lungs
For there are many ways to kill a man, they say
With bayonet, axe or sword
But son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise
Just put the shell of a Thompson gun

Walk away me boys
Walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
From your mother dear
And raise what's left
Of the flag for me

From the east out to the western shore
Where many men and many more will fall
But no angel flies with me tonight
Though freedom reigns on all
And curse the name for which we slaved our days
So every men chose kingdom come

But sure as night turns day
It's the passion play
Oh my god, what have they done
With madman's rage
Well, they dug our graves
But the dead rise again you fools

Walk away me boys
Walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
From your mother dear
And raise what's left
Of the flag for me

Walk away me boys
Walk away me boys
And by morning we'll be free
Wipe that golden tear
From your mother dear
And raise what's left
Of the flag for me