What's Left Of The Flag Lyrics - Whiskey On A Sunday - Flogging Molly

His eyes they close and his last breath spoke 

He had seen all to be seen 

A life once full 

Now an empty vase 

Wilt the blossoms on his early grave 

Walk away me boy walk away me boy 

And my morning we'll be free 

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 

And raise what's left of the flag for me 

Then the rosary beads count to one, two, three 

Fell apart as they hit the floor 

In a garb of black we must pay respect 

To the color we were born to mourn 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 

And my morning we'll be free 

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 

And raise what's left of the flag for me 

In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound 

Full of hatred and remorse 

Where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess 

Silent rage that now fills my lungs 

For there are many ways to kill a man they say 

With bayonet, axe or sword 

But son a bullet fired from a shapeless gun 

Just put the shell of a thompson gun 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 

And by morning we'll be free 

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 

And raise what's left of the flag for me 

From the east out to the western shore 

Where many men and many more will fall 

But no angel flies with me tonight 

Though freedom reigns on all 

And curse the name for which we slaved our days 

So every men chose kingdom come 

But sure as night turns day it's the fashion play 

Oh my god what have they done 

With madmen rage well the dogged craze 

But the dead rise again you fools 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 

And my morning we'll be free 

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 

And raise what's left of the flag for me 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 

And my morning we'll be free 

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 

And raise what's left of the flag for me