Friday, August 27, 2010

Requiem for a Dying Song

There's a government whip
Cracked a 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 joker-less clown
Another volley's just the the ammo
For the tax-man's gun

Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say
Walk, don't walk if our feet don't know the way

Flogging Molly

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