Another Bag of Bricks — текст песни (Flogging Molly)

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