Тексты песен «Flogging Molly»

Don't know where I'm goin', Don't know where I'm goin', YEAH Don't know where I'm goin', Don't know where I'm goin',...

The sum of all my fears like dread are from demons yet to come All the things I should've mentioned wave goodbye and "we'll see you soon" It's the words I've never written that say more about myself Where empty is the...

Many's the day I took for granted Breathing the air that sinlenced some As the North Wind blew With its head of thunder Beating its breast with a war drenched song Bathe awhile, awash in slumber Cry what's left to...

Here's to you, I sing for my daddy-o As I lay him down to sleep It's been so long, since I lost my daddy-o Hope he's watchin' over me Wednesday night is mornin' now As I'm walkin' in the rain The birds are...

Stuck on limbo bridge Where below me ol' Nick grins Then laughs through the chaos of it all Gets up off his chair Spins a jig to my despair He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong Underneath the bush,...

I'll wait for you till I turn blue There's nothin' more a man can do Don't get your bollocks in a twist Settle down, don't take a fit Ya drank with demons straight from Hell They almost nearly won as well Ya wiped...

From the town of Detroit where my job is secure yeah Secure in the fact now that it's gone for good yeah So I'll scrimp and I'll scrape at this pension I saved So it should be gone by the end of the day Yeah the...

Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens rhymes That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times...

Sail away where no ball and chain Can keep us from the roarin' waves Together undivided But forever we'll be free So sail away aboard our rig The moon is full and so are we Seven drunken pirates We're the seven...

I saw her there from afar Her hair grey charcoal Takes a drag from her tar I kissed her a smile But her blood red shot eye Said the son never shines on closed doors It's been eight long years since I saw The...

I saw her there from afar Her hair grey charcoal Takes a drag from her tar I kissed her a smile But her blood red shot eye Said the son never shines on closed doors It's been eight long years since I saw The...

Your passin' broke the silence On that dark October day The sun was headin' for the west As it did I heard you say I set my sail for a gentle breeze Now I leave this world as it was meant to be And you, did you...

You always had what you wanted So leave it behind And if the glass isn't broken Then the future's not blind All that you know Means nothing to you But it's the loss of control Shatters the truth 'Cos the story...

Do you still walk the streets at night? With the wanderlust you fight Back to the corner Where we went our separate ways Well, I love to photograph your hand Andshake it for a while 'Cause you learn so much about...

Well I know, I miss more than hit With a face that was launched to sink An' I seldom feel, the bright relief It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday If there's one thing I have said Is that the dreams I once had,...

Well, I fell into prison About a quarter to three Where I found in my cell A glass waitin' for me So I filled what was empty And I pulled up a stool But he stood in the corner The ol' devil wouldn't move He...

It's four in the mornin' Battered and numb A loaded room, an empty gun I whistle a tune, I heard years before The clock started tickin' Where did the time go I danced to the mornin' She called out my name The...

Tell me why must a man be of service To his lord and the god seldom high From the grave spring the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why are our fields filled with hunger And ???...

Tell me why must a man be of service, To his lord and his god, seldom high? From the grave sprang the names of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye. Tell me why are our feilds filled with hunger...

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly...