I don't use my journal much, it's a fact, but I have now decided to post song lyrics here. I like doing this, and doing it on my journal will mean I wont have to deal with the pervs and morons in the chatterbox. So here we go...
Tobacco Island, Flogging Molly
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
T'was 1659, forgotten now for sure.
They dragged us from our homelad
with musket and their gun.
Crumble(?) and his roan heads
battered all we knew.
Shackled hopes of freedom,
we're now but stolen goods.
Black is the horizon,
blackened from the sun.
This rotten cage of richdown(?)
is where I now belong.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
(Skipped this verse, I couldn't understand most of it. ;_;~)
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
Agony...
Will ye cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe
near of home.
From the sandy edge
the rolling sea brings my revenge.
With each whisper
a thousand ways
I hear, ohh...
I'm coming home.
Black is the horizon,
blackened from the sun.
This rotten cage of richdown(?)
is where I now belong.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes...
still haunt tobacco island!
Tobacco Island, Flogging Molly
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
T'was 1659, forgotten now for sure.
They dragged us from our homelad
with musket and their gun.
Crumble(?) and his roan heads
battered all we knew.
Shackled hopes of freedom,
we're now but stolen goods.
Black is the horizon,
blackened from the sun.
This rotten cage of richdown(?)
is where I now belong.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
(Skipped this verse, I couldn't understand most of it. ;_;~)
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
Agony...
Will ye cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe
near of home.
From the sandy edge
the rolling sea brings my revenge.
With each whisper
a thousand ways
I hear, ohh...
I'm coming home.
Black is the horizon,
blackened from the sun.
This rotten cage of richdown(?)
is where I now belong.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes still haunt tobacco island.
Out to hell we must sail
for the short sweet Barbados
where the sugarcane grows taller than
the god we once believed in.
The butcher and his crown
take the land we used to sleep in.
Now in tomorrow times
their ghostly crimes...
still haunt tobacco island!
