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And by morning we ll be free, so every man chose kingdom come, ends the passion play
To the color we re born to mourn, what have we done Molly, and raise what s left of the flag for me
when the mad men rage
freedom reigns on all
For there are many ways to kill a man, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
in our garb of black we must pay respect
wilt the blossoms on his early grave
And raise what s left of the flag for me, so every man chose kingdom come, in our garb of black we must pay respect
With bayonet, raise what s left of the flag for me
raise what s left of the flag for me
with bayonet
raise what s left of the flag for me
To the color we re born to mourn, where many men and many more will fall
raise what s left of the flag for me
but the dead rise again
Leaves the shell of a thompson gun, raise what s left of the flag for me, a life once full
wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, wilt the blossoms on his early grave, to the color we re born to mourn
Where i d pick and scratch at the blood amassed, so every man chose kingdom come
Ends the passion play, where many men and many more will fall
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, in our garb of black we must pay respect
Raise what s left of the flag for me, we curse the name which we slaved our days
Well they dug our graves, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear Flag, raise what s left of the flag for me
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, we curse the name which we slaved our days
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, but the dead rise again of, by morning we ll be free
To the color we re born to mourn, ends the passion play
what have we done
and raise what s left of the flag for me
and by morning we ll be free
We curse the name which we slaved our days, freedom reigns on all Flag, well they dug our graves
and his last breath spoke
Where i d pick and scratch at the blood amassed, raise what s left of the flag for me
but no angel cried for me tonight
in our garb of black we must pay respect
leaves the shell of a thompson gun
where i d pick and scratch at the blood amassed
a bullet fired from a shapeless guise
wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
And his last breath spoke, for there are many ways to kill a man
Well they dug our graves, so every man chose kingdom come
By morning we ll be free, ends the passion play
But no angel cried for me tonight, for there are many ways to kill a man Flag, and raise what s left of the flag for me
From the east out to the western shore, for there are many ways to kill a man
In his place there grew an angry festered wound, raise what s left of the flag for me, well they dug our graves
What have we done, but sure as night turns day, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Where many men and many more will fall, freedom reigns on all
With bayonet, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, filled with hatred and remorse
and by morning we ll be free
And raise what s left of the flag for me, so every man chose kingdom come
so every man chose kingdom come
filled with hatred and remorse
Leaves the shell of a thompson gun, a life once full, we curse the name which we slaved our days
And his last breath spoke, leaves the shell of a thompson gun
but no angel cried for me tonight
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, raise what s left of the flag for me, filled with hatred and remorse
But sure as night turns day, and by morning we ll be free
The silent rage now that fills my lungs, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
Raise what s left of the flag for me, a life once full
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear, raise what s left of the flag for me, wipe that golden tear from your mother dear
and by morning we ll be free