Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Guns Of Jericho, artist - Flogging Molly. Album song Life Is Good, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Record label: Concord Vanguard
Song language: English
The Guns Of Jericho |
There’s something in my eye |
Well, there’s something in my throat |
Oh, maybe I’m not the man I used to be before |
Although I’m feeling strong |
It’s the bed where I belong |
Oh dancing days are over so I’m sipping on |
Sipping on a toddy made with love |
And who is she, dangling on my knee |
The core that is my apple or the cruel banshee |
Who am I to say or criticize |
The Devil gave me warning so I choose to live a life |
Well, perhaps I should go |
To where the trumpets roar |
And wait to hear the guns of Jericho |
I grew up in the East |
And I threw up in the West |
Oh, rant and raved |
And thinking Holy Jesus this is great |
King of my domain |
Well, there’s nothing in a name |
And it wasn’t long before I grew to realize |
Realize the fact we’re all the same |
And though I bite seldom do I fight |
I’ll tell you all about it in my own good time |
From my home I’ll hang a scarlet rope |
So tell me that you’ll leave me and my family alone |
Well, perhaps I should go |
To where the trumpets roar |
And wait to hear the guns of Jericho |
In Jericho |
Where the walls are set to fall |
In Jericho |
At the hands of Joshua |
So blow your horn, your siren call |
My seven days reclaim |
And I’m buried with the guns of Jericho |
Travel all the while |
With the shipmates and the wife |
Oh, guaranteed to see the sunrise break before the dawn |
So, welcome all aboard |
To this madness I adore |
And as long as we’re together for the better now |
Together for the better one and all |
And though I bite seldom do I fight |
I’ll tell you all about it in my own good time |
Well, perhaps I should go |
To where the trumpets roar |
And wait to hear the guns of Jericho |
Of Jericho |
I said the guns of Jericho |
In Jericho |
Where the walls are set to fall |
In Jericho |
At the hands of Joshua |
So blow your horn, your siren call |
My seven days reclaimed |
And I’m buried with the guns of Jericho |
Of Jericho |
I said the guns of Jericho |
Of Jericho |
I said the guns of Jericho |