What's Left Of The Flag - 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 blossums 
On his early grave 

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 
Then the roserly beads 
Count to 1 2 3 
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 hatered and remourse 
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 boy 
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 

From the east out to the western shore 
Where many men and many more will fall 
But no angel flys 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 pallay 
Oh my god 
What have they done 
With madmen rage 
Well the dogged craze 
But the dead rise again you fools 

Walk away me boy 
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 boy 
Walk away me boys 
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that