What'S Left Of The Flag

His eyes they close 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 my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left of the flag for me 

Then the rosary beads count to one, two, three
Fell apart as they hit the floor 
In a garb of black we must pay respect 
To the color we were born to mourn 
Walk away me boys walk away me boys 
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left of the flag for me 

In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound 
Full of hatred and remorse 
Where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess 
Silent rage that now fills my lungs 
For there are many ways to kill a man they say 
With bayonet, axe or sword 
But son a bullet fired from a shapeless gun 
Just put the shell of a thompson gun 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 
And by morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And 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 name for which we slaved our days 
So every men chose kingdom come 

But sure as night turns day it's the fashion play 
Oh my god what have they done 
With madmen rage well the dogged craze 
But the dead rise again you fools 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left of the flag for me 

Walk away me boys walk away me boys 
And my morning we'll be free 
Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear 
And raise what's left of the flag for me