on the grave of the misbehaved Raise your glass! Sing the praise of a fallen soul So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man With a toast that
told his troops of lessons learned from battles fought, "may your heart grow boldier like an iron clad brigade", said this leader to his outnumbered lot. known as a
kids on the street will have their say now, because We've had enough of these negative comparisons It's a new breed of kids Brought together by a movement and a
it's the truth! this is my world, wolfpack, last rights. the kids will have their say another wasted night. there's many forms of music, and they all play a
that tells of a love you never shared. So as we dance on the grave of the misbehaved . . Raise your glass! And sing the praise of a fallen soul. Many
Перевод: Dropkick Murphys. Проклятие падшая душа.
