Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oliver Boy, artist - Flogging Molly. Date of issue: 30.10.2011
Song language: English
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 |