Another Bag Of Bricks - Flogging Molly

T`was in the early evenin` 
Near the presence of the moon 
You told me you would meet me here 
Well now is not too soon 
This dagger twisting in my back 
Tells me I never should 
Have trusted everything to fall 
From beggar to fool 
I see your face like every race 
A serpent with two arms 
Devouring me while rains the sun 
With dreams in foreign lands 
This cold dark tormented hell 
Is all I`ll ever know 
So when you get to heaven 
May the devil be the judge 
With another bag of bricks 

I scratch your name across these walls 
And with my blood turns red 
Then drips upon my killing floor 
Where I now call my bed 
No precious light to harbor 
Like so many here before 
With every drop of blood you take
Now breathes a thousand more 
With another bag of bricks 

Temper filled with blindness 
Leads this lost and lonely man 
Dragged around your whipping tree 
A scourge you can`t command 
So deafen me with silence 
Drown me with your roar 
Scowl me with your hollow eyes 
Still burnin` to the core 
No door will go unanswerd 
Like so many closed before 
No vagabond to knock upon 
This tired and beatin` war 
When all return to exile 
Free from all once bound 
Decline and brawl old parasites 
The truth will yet be found 
With another bag of bricks 

This cold dark tormented hell 
Is all I`ll ever know 
So when you get to heaven 
May the devil be the judge 
With another bag of bricks