Flogging Molly Whistles The Wind

Whistles the wind, blowing my way

Sweeping me back, back here to stay

Can winners be losers running on the same track?

Some head for glory, others refresh

Well it breaks my heart to see you this way

The beauty in life, where’s it gone?

And somebody told me, you were doing okay

Somehow I guess they were wrong

My isolation, now there’s a sobering thought

A minute alone, a lifetime too long

See the face in this mirror, so pale it could crack

Desperately wanting the color it lacks

Well it breaks my heart to see you this way

The beauty in life, where’s it gone?

And somebody told me, you were doing okay

Somehow I guess they were wrong

So you drank with the lost souls for too many years

Time to be right cause they’ll cripple with fear

Never been righteous, though seldom we’re wrong

Life’s only life with you in this song

Now there’s an ocean between us

Where I am and where I want to be

So you prayers in doubt, doubt not for me

Well it breaks my heart to see you this way

The beauty in life, where’s it gone?

And somebody told me, you were doing okay

Somehow I guess they were wrong

Well it breaks my heart to see you this way

The beauty in life, where’s it gone?

And somebody told me, you were doing okay

Somehow I guess they were wrong

Whistles the wind

Whistles the wind

Whistles the wind

Whistles the wind

Oh you’ll find your way out, but there’s no going now

Every woman and child drags you down for the dive

It’s not safe being free, can’t give back what you feel

You said you’ll always be in heaven with me

Flogging Molly Requiem For A Dying Song

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 bushwhacked town

Revolution is the gimmick

Of a jokeless clown

Another volley’s just the ammo

For the taxman’s gun

Talk, don’t talk if you’ve nothin’ 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 their 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 nothin’ 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

Flogging Molly You Won’t Make A Fool Out Of Me

Rank these woods

Where lost ispiration

Ain’t that a barrel full of laughs

Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table

Where they fall hungry on your land\

Whatever became of the seed that once grew in your hand

And the darts where you fingers did bleed and the rush to your head

Oh ya won’t no no you won’t make a fool outa me

Worse things break that are made of elastic

And im no puppet on your show

You won’t sing when the singer is songless

Another notch in your fat belt

But green is the heart of your greed

That much I can tell

you may think you’re the captain of me

But im your coffinship from hell

And ya won’t no no no ya won’t,ya won’t make a fool outa me

Won’t no no no ya won’t,ya won’t make a fool outa me

So I’ll drag theese bones across the edge

With the dead I’ll never sleep

Where I’ll haunt ya for a thousabd years

Without breath you’ll never breath

For an emty shell your grave will a lost for ever more

And ya won’t no no no ya won’t,ya won’t make a fool outa

Wipe that hand that fed you for nothing

Get that monkey of your back

Empty lies and bold celebrations thas not the meaning of successs

But green is the harsh of your greed that much I can tell

And ya won’t no no no ya won’t make a fool outa me

I says ya won’t no no no ya won’t make a fool outa me

I says ya won’t no no no ya won’t make a fool outa me

Flogging Molly The Hand Of John L. Sullivan

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

A fighter till the end, legend he will be

And if any man should ask, if any man could carry

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

You may be tough, but you’ll never knock him down

He is a towering god but not our sacred cow

He maybe caught, but never on the ropes

He is a diamond cut for every man poor man’s hope

He was always glad to meet ya, he’s the champion of the people

The first and last name ever to be spoke

Now I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

A fighter till the end, legend he will be

And if any man should ask, if any man could carry

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

The hand of glove and nothing more shall be

He is the struggle in this shame for all to see

Ah, he was always glad to meet ya, he’s the champion of the people

The first and last name ever to be spoke

Now I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

A fighter till the end, legend he will be

And if any man should ask, if any man could carry

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

Come gather yourself, drink to your health

It’s the one thing that money can’t buy

But remember the loss to the loved ones we all leave behind

So pass the glass the over, Sullivan just ordered, the glory days have returned

And let’s live the good life, until the last goodbye

You may be tough, but you’ll never knock him down

He is a towering god but not our sacred cow

He was always glad to meet ya, he’s the champion of the people

The first and last name ever to be spoke

Now I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

A fighter till the end, legend he will be

And if any man should ask, if any man could carry

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan

A fighter till the end, legend he will be

And if any man should ask, Jim Casey is my name

Now I am the man with the plan to shake the hand of John L. Sullivan