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