Man With No Country - Live

Picture an ending before it's begun
The art of forgiveness is not what we're taught
Reek of the havoc already made
Cradle was damaged, dug by the grave

Where you lie in the sin, for mortal is the soul
Forgive me now, father, before I go cold
From burden of grief and all I regret
Spare me this conscience before I forget

For once in this life
I better do something right
But I'm caught in a world that won't stop burning
That won't stop

Jump through the arms with a mindless desire
Hand in your pocket, burnt by the fire
Cold as the stone you threw a the wall
Blood never boils 'til the pressure is high

With despise of the fear that festers the growth
Talked to you and you listen, don't lose what you stole

For once in this life
I better do something right
Do not bury the voice that's not yet spoken

I'll challenge the flames
'Til this man with no country remains
Still trying a world that won't stop burning

Right or wrong, this is where I belong
I've always belonged
If the truth be known, there's no place left to go
No place I can go

There is a light, there's still a spark
There is no place in this world for the dark
So scatter the bones that's left of the old
For dust only settles when bored
Settles when bored

For once in this life
I better do something right
Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken

I'll challenge the flames
'Til this man with no country remains
Still caught in a world that won't stop burning

That won't stop
Won't stop burning
Yeah!
Won't stop bruning

You know what? They could've told me
The floor was going to be fucking slippery
So if you see and old throsiage falling to the floor
Just gives the cheers, okay
Oh, yes
Well, I'll tell you, if these was back in Ireland right now
We don't have umbrellas, that's for sure
Oh, yes

Well, listen do we have any people tonight
That use comes down to Manny Malone down the road, down there?
We love you guys, the rest of you
Jesus, you don't get them in Ireland, I tell you that
That's a fucking helicopter, careful that is