The Lightning Storm Songtext
von Flogging Molly

This is the song called "The Lightning Storm"
One, two, three

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
Yeah, take good care of your freedom
They′ll never know

Take what you give
Until there's 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, Los Angeles
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

As I said, Mr. Johnny Cash
This is also to a man who's passed away
The man who brought me that album
My late great father, the one and only Mr. Richard King
And there, my father, he died many, many years ago
And he never got to feel what we most people feel right now
But, thank God, we do in Ireland right now
And that is, Los Angeles, freedom