Flogging Molly
Drunken Lullabies
Lyrics by Dave King
Music by Dave King, Hutt, Robert Schmidt, Nathen Maxwell,
         Matt Hensley, George Schwindt, Dennis Casey, Bridget Regan
Copyright 2002 26f RPM, Inc.


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Verse

G
Must it take a life for hateful eyes

Emin
To glisten once again

C
Five hundred years like Gelignite

Emin                 D
Have blown us all to hell

G
What savior rests while on his cross we die

Emin
Forgotten freedom burns

C
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray

Emin                 D
To the bigot and the gun


Chorus

        C               G
Must it take a life for hateful eyes

   C            D
To glisten once again

         G       C             Emin
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess

       G       D    G
Singin drunken lullabies


Bridge

        C              D         G
Ah, but maybe it's the way we're taught

   C              D      G
Or maybe it's the way we fought

      C           D             G        C
But a smile never grins without tears to begin

                   D          G
For each kiss is a cry we all lost

       C                  G
Though nothing is left to gain

            C                      D
But for the banshee that stole the grave

         G       C             Emin
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess

       G       D    G