Texty: Flogging Molly. Screaming At The Wailing Wall.
Forgot how come every wrong's been done, with deals no Christ should allow
Once the communist, now the terrorist with blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of winter showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
Oh how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I liberate your people's fate, spoke the burning bush
But the song of beasts, drown their oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky over refugee and child
And to all there is no end, another day in perfect hell
So how come the carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
All hail
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of deadly showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
So how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
Oh I liberate your people's fate, as we scream at the Wailing Wall
Once the communist, now the terrorist with blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of winter showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
Oh how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I liberate your people's fate, spoke the burning bush
But the song of beasts, drown their oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky over refugee and child
And to all there is no end, another day in perfect hell
So how come the carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
All hail
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of deadly showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
So how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
With the bombed-out cars come the falling stars from a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
Oh I liberate your people's fate, as we scream at the Wailing Wall
Flogging Molly
Flogging Molly