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Artist: Flogging Molly Album: Whiskey On a Sunday Title: Another Bag of Bricks
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 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
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