Song | Screaming at the Wailing Wall |
Artist | Flogging Molly |
Album | Within a Mile of Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
With deals, no | |
Christ should allow | |
Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
With blood, as thick as yours | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of winter showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun's | |
A familiar song let loose | |
With the bombed out cars come the falling stars | |
From a Heaven we'll never know | |
And the nameless names | |
On the mis-spelled graves grow tall | |
We're still screamin' at the wailing wall | |
I'll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
But the song of beasts, growl with 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 this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun's | |
A familiar song let loose | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of deadly showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun's | |
A familiar song let loose | |
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 screamin' at the wailing wall | |
Oh, I'll liberate your peoples' fate | |
As we scream at the wailing wall |
zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
With deals, no | |
Christ should allow | |
Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
With blood, as thick as yours | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of winter showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
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 screamin' at the wailing wall | |
I' ll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
But the song of beasts, growl with 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 this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of deadly showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
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 screamin' at the wailing wall | |
Oh, I' ll liberate your peoples' fate | |
As we scream at the wailing wall |
zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, Hutt, King ... | |
So God, how come every wrongs been done | |
With deals, no | |
Christ should allow | |
Once the communist, now the terrorist | |
With blood, as thick as yours | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of winter showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
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 screamin' at the wailing wall | |
I' ll liberate your peoples' fate, spoke the burnin' bush | |
But the song of beasts, growl with 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 this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
Now a caravan of clouds | |
Warns us all of deadly showers | |
Then rattle comes the rain | |
With each bullet screams your name | |
So, how come this gatherin' storm | |
Pours little on the truth? | |
Where the smokin' gun' s | |
A familiar song let loose | |
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 screamin' at the wailing wall | |
Oh, I' ll liberate your peoples' fate | |
As we scream at the wailing wall |