There's a government whip cracked across your back
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Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack
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See the blood run down in your bushwhacked town
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Revolution is the gimmick of the jokerless clown
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Another volley's just the ammo for the taxman's gun
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Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way
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In requiem for a dying song
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Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war
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With the sun that lights the day
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Brings the darkness and the prize of another great shame
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But with you my love, with you my love
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With you I will return
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In requiem for a dying song
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Grab the barrel by the face, shoot the order, release
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Shove the bullet in your pocket, turn away and retreat
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See the terror in the eye of a bloodshot child
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With only rubble in his belly and the promise of lies
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Operation liberation, tell me, you can decide
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Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way
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In requiem for a dying song
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Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war
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With the sun that lights the day
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Brings the darkness and the prize of another great shame
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But with you my love, with you my love
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With you I will return
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In requiem for a dying song
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Agony from every corner on every street
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Ignite their loss of self
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With their bitterness, explode
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Explode
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There's a government whip cracked across your back
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Where the order of the day is don't listen, attack
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Talk, don't talk if you've nothing to say
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Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way
|
|
In requiem for a dying song
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Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war
|
With the sun that lights the day
|
Brings the darkness and the prize of another great shame
|
But with you my love, with you my love
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With you I will return
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In requiem for a dying song
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Requiem For A Dying Song
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| Flogging Molly |
