What’s Left of the Flag (Live From Electrical Audio)

His eyes, they closed, and his last breath spoke

He had seen all to be seen

A life once full now an empty vase

Wilt the blossoms on his early grave

Walk away, me boy, walk away, me boy

And by mornin' we'll be free

And wipe the golden tear from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me

Then the rosary beads, count 'em one, two, three

Fell apart as they hit the floor

In a garb of black, we must pay respect

To the color we're born to mourn

Walk away, me boy, walk away, me boy

Mornin', we'll be free

Wipe the golden tear from your mother dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

In its place, there grew an angry festered wound

Filled with hatred and remorse

Where I pick and scratch 'til the blood, it matched

The silent rage that fills my lungs

There are many ways to kill a man, they say

With bayonet, axe, or sword

Son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise

To put a shell of a Thompson gun

Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys

By morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear

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 flies with me tonight

Though freedom reigns on all

And curse the names for which we slaved our days

So every man chose kingdom come, alright

But sure as night turns day, it's the passion play

My God, what have they done?

With madman's rage, well, they dug our graves

But the dead rise again, you fools

Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys

By mornin' we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear

Raise what's left of the flag for me

Walk away, me boys, walk away, me boys

By mornin' we'll be free

And wipe that golden tear from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me