Requiem for a Dying Song Songtext
von Flogging Molly
Requiem for a Dying Song Songtext
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
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
With you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
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
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
With you, my love
With you, I will return
In requiem for a dying song
Writer(s): George Schwindt, Bridget Regan, Robert Schmidt, Dennis Casey, Nathen Maxwell, David King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com