Curse Of A Fallen Soul

Curse Of A Fallen Soul - Dropkick Murphys

wake Another another time a premature goodbye

I've watched you go and I've seen you pass

I always knew that it wouldn't last

Together now we mourn the loss and remember all the fun

We'll drink the and beer we'll hang out

Where death took another son

So all for one and one for all do we ever wonder why

Though the reasons clear

This friend so dear was taken before his time

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man

With a toast 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 bow their heads for this man they know so well

With solemn thoughts they'll drink and drug for a resurrection

(Facing death we fear no danger)

mothers While shed their tears through a veil of desperation

These fiends of a vicious holy breed hellraise

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man

With a toast 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

How many times can fate be chanced the dice be rolled

Is there no path of least resistance for the bold

(It's never sought and rarely taken)

Shocked and dismayed at how it stole his life

When this fateful course of action takes its toll

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man

With a toast 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

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man

With a toast 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

Now let's all gather around in our costume suits and ties

Telling how this soul was a source of inspiration

(Love him now he lives no longer)

But you never tell the tales of the times you turned your back

On this friend who never found his grateful path

So may this round be on the corpse of a dead man

With a toast 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