Another State of Grace - Black Star Riders

Hey!

Hey!

They called it it the Troubles

'Cause it wasn’t quite a war

To admit that it was

Would make it harder to ignore

History gave us courage

Whiskey made us fight

Back when blood was thicker

Back when blood was tight

Hey!

Here comes the Hallelujah man

With the free love, guns and dope

The last Irishman in Brooklyn

Just went up in fire and smoke

Bind our sons to exile

To serve the Motherland

Keep us all indebted

And afraid of Uncle Sam

I couldn’t love you anymore

Couldn’t love you any less

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

In another state of grace

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

Hey!

Democracy is coming

On a sea of alcohol

From construction sites to shipyards

You better sing along

You better love your family

You better earn your pay

'Cause democracy is coming

That’s the order of the day

I couldn’t love you anymore

Couldn’t love you any less

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

In another state of grace

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

Hey!

Hey!

Another lost loved one

Full of tales of home

The heart beats any fist

Of a spirit never broken

Swinging out at memories

That we will not forget

There’ll be no sweet surrender

When blood and soil connect

I couldn’t love you anymore

Couldn’t love you any less

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

In another state of grace

(Hey!)

I’ll cross my heart and hope to die

In another state of grace

In another state of grace

In another state of grace

Hey!

Hey!