The Lightning Storm - Flogging Molly

This lonely existence paves the way

For the heart of hearts must beat be brave

While this quiet lightning storm

Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow

So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin

As the messenger from hell says we’re bound to win

As the days, they come, but the years, they go

So take care of your freedom they’ll never know

I sit on the wing for a blackbird’s song

To tell me where and when this all went wrong

There’s no resolution without remorse

With ignorance, bliss, defend, let’s stay the course

Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand

Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands

As the days, they come, but the years, they go

So take care of your freedom they’ll never know

Take good care of your freedom

They’ll never know

Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live

And night descends on shadows without their kill

As the days, they come, but the years, they go

So take care of your freedom they’ll never know

Yeah, take good care of your freedom

They’ll never know

As the days, they come

But the years, they go

So take care of your freedom

They’ll never know