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