Drunken Lullabies Lyrics - Whiskey On A Sunday - Flogging Molly

Must it take a life for hateful eyes 

To glisten once again 

Five hundred years like Gelignite 

Have blown us all to hell 

What savior rests while on his cross we die 

While forgotten freedom burns 

Has the Shepard led his lambs astray 

To the bigot and the gun 

Must it take a life for hateful eyes 

To glisten once again 

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess 

Singin' drunken lullabies 

I watch and stare as Rosin's eyes 

Turn a darker shade of red 

And the bullet with this sniper lie 

In their bloody gutless cell 

Must we starve on crumbs from long ago 

Through bars these men made steel 

Is it a great or little thing we fought 

Knelt the conscience blessed to kill 

Must it take a life for hateful eyes 

To glisten once again 

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess 

Singin' drunken lullabies 

Ah, but maybe it's the way you were taught 

Or maybe it's the way we fought 

But a smile never grins without tears to begin 

For each kiss is a cry we all lost 

Though there is nothing left to gain 

But for the banshee that stole the grave 

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess 

Singin' drunken lullabies 

I sit in and dwell on faces past 

Like memories seem to fade 

No color left but black and white 

And soon will all turn grey 

But may these shadows rise to walk again 

With lessons truly learnt 

When the blossom flowers in each our hearts 

Shall beat a new found flame 

Must it take a life for hateful eyes 

To glisten once again 

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess 

Singin' drunken lullabies 

'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess 

Singin' drunken lullabies, singin' drunken lullabies