What's Left of the Flag

His eyes they close and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossums on his early grave walk away me boy walk away me boy and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me then the rosery beads count them 1 2 3 fell apart as they hit the floor in a garb of black we must pay respect to the colour we were born to mourn walk away me boys walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound full of hatered and remourse where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess silent rage that now fills my lungs for there are many ways to kill a man they say with bayonette axe or sword but son a bullet fired from a shapeless guise leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun walk away me boy walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel flys with me tonight though freedom reigns on all and curse the name for which we slaved our days so every men chose Kingdom Come But sure as night turns day it's the fashion pallay oh my god what have they done with madmen rage well the dogged craze but the dead rise again you fools walk away me boys walk away me boys and my morning we'll