Flogging Molly - Requiem For A Dying Song

There's a government whip Cracked 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 jokeless clown Another volley's just the ammo For the taxman's gun Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake From a futile war With the sun that lights the day Brings the darkness and the prize Of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love With you I will return In requiem for a dying song Grab the barrel by the face Shoot the order, release Shove the bullet in your pocket Turn away and retreat See the terror in the eye Of a bloodshot child With only rubble in his belly And the promise of lies Operation liberation, tell me you can decide Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake From a futile war With the sun that lights the day Brings the darkness and the prize Of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love With you I will return In requiem for a dying song Agony from every corner On every street Ignite their loss of self With their bitterness... explode... explode There's a government whip cracked across your back Where the order of the day Is don't listen attack Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake From a futile war With the sun that lights the day Brings the darkness and the prize Of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love With you I will return In requiem for a dying song With you my love With you I will return In requiem for a dying song