Lyrics Oliver Boy - Flogging Molly

Oliver Boy

Oh, Oliver boy, what did you do?
But crushed a hand you never shook
Then robbed the rights of people to be free
Oh, Oliver boy, it’s a terrible state
You left behind the worse off race
Where dignity and pride fought for their place
Oh, Oliver boy now you are gone
And we’re still here where we belong
Forgiveness being our strength you’ll never see
Now the sun shines on the page I write
Though it’s raining hard in Palestine
No lands are promised lands
When will we see?
So don’t tell me that your God’s my God
I don’t think they even care at all
Just a pantomime behind the curtain lies deceit
Oh, listen to me bark out loud
Without a voice and little growl
Snapping at the heels I wait
For something more to change
The more they stay the same
Oliver boy, it’s the same militia
Oliver boy, just the clothes are different
Oliver boy, it’s the same old story
Where there’s blood there’s death not glory
Look into these empty eyes
Fed upon by parasites
As beauty’s ugly head devours its pride
While the borders of our hate create
Nothing more than each our fate
Trapped between our comfort and our crime
So stand along the graveyard wall
And watch the souls perform this song
Sing to us the dead above
As the mourners come to pray
The living stay away
Oliver boy, it’s the same militia
Oliver boy, just the clothes are different
Oliver boy, it’s the same old story
Where there’s blood there’s death not glory
Oliver boy, we’re all someone’s son, yeah
Oliver boy, just put down the guns, yeah
Oliver boy, you’re dead but listen
You were wrong but we’re no different
Marching to the left
Everyone in step
Don’t ask the question
Why we’re here with no direction
Marching to the right
This is not our fight
The curse of friction
Born of man and contradiction
Oliver boy, it’s the same militia
Oliver boy, just the clothes are different
Oliver boy, it’s the same old story
Where there’s blood there’s death not glory
Oliver boy, we’re all someone’s son, yeah
Oliver boy, just put down the guns, yeah
Oliver boy, you’re dead but listen
You were wrong but we’re no different
All of our boys
Now the sun shines on this page I write
Though it’s raining hard in Palestine