Biography:
Flogging Molly is a seven-piece Irish American celtic punk band that formed in Los Angeles, in 1997 and is currently signed to SideOneDummy Records. The band consists of Dave King (vocals, guitar, banjo, bodhrán), Bridget Regan-King (fiddle, uillean pipes, vocals), Dennis Casey (guitar, vocals), Matt Hensley (accordion, concertina), Nathen Maxwell (bass, vocals), Bob Schmidt (mandolin, banjo) and Mike Alonso (drums, percussion).
Flogging Molly has released six major studio albums
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Other songs:
- A Prayer For Me In Silence
- Black Friday Rule
- Cruel Mistress
- Death Valley Queen
- Delilah
- Devil's Dance Floor
- Don't Shut Em Down
- Dont Let Me Die
- Drunken Lulbies
- Drunken Lullabies
- Factory Girls
- Far Away Boys
- Float
- Fuck You I'm Drunk
- Fuck You, I'm Drunk
- If I Ever Leave This World Alive
- Laura
- Light Of A Fading Star
- Lightning Storm
- Man With No Country
- Never Met A Girl Like You Before
- Ol Beggers Bush
- Paddy's Lament
- Punch Drunk Grinning Soul
- Rare Ould Times
- Salty Dog
- Seven Deadly Sins
- Son Never Shines (on Closed Doors)
- Son Never Shines On Closed
- Spoken Wheel
- Swagger
- The Kilburn High Road
- The Likes Of You Again
- The Worst Day Since Yesterday
- This Present State Of Grace
- To Youth
- Tobacco Island
- Us Lesser Gods
- Wanderlust Acoustic
- What's Left Of The Flag
- Whats Left Of The Flag
- Whistles The Wind
- With A Wonder And A Wild Desire
- What’s Left Of The Flag
- Between A Man And A Woman
- Devils Dance Floor
- Dont Shut Em Down
- Every Dog Has Its Day
- From The Back Of A Broken Dream
- Fuck You Im Drunk
- Going Home
- Heart Of The Sea
- Life In A Tenement Square
- Life Is Good
- No More Paddys Lament
- Oliver Boy
- Queen Annes Revenge
- Rebels Of The Sacred Heart
- Reptiles We Woke Up
- Requiem For A Dying Song
- Revolution
- Saints And Sinners
- So Sail On
- Son Never Shines On Closed Doors
- Speed Of Darkness
- The Bride Wore Black
- The Cradle Of Humankind
- The Days Weve Yet To Meet
- The Guns Of Jericho
- The Kilburn High
- The Last Serenade Sailors And Fishermen
- The Story So Far
- The Sun Never Shines
- These Exiled Years
- To Youth My Sweet Roisin Dubh
- Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon
- Until We Meet Again
- Us Of Lesser Gods
- Wanderlust
- Within A Mile Of Home
- You Wont Make A Fool Out Of Me
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A D E
You, you never looked so good
A D E
Sipping life down like I wish I could
A D E
But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
D E
Sandy's soul, now made of bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day
A E D E
He said, I left my home where the dead never rose
A E D
But the streets of gold I've yet to find
A E D E
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
A E D E
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
E A D E
Tomorrow comes a day too soon
E A D E
Tomorrow comes a day too soon
Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
This brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it crumble, hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all
Chorus
D E
And though the road has yet to rise
A D
On these hundred years that passed me by
D E
And the blood with the river flows
A D
Through the crimson field never sung
E
And no never sung
Chorus
A D E
Ahh well you, you never looked so good
You, you never looked so good
A D E
Sipping life down like I wish I could
A D E
But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
D E
Sandy's soul, now made of bread
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
Tales of the future already in the past
And of himself, well he hasn't much to say
But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day
A E D E
He said, I left my home where the dead never rose
A E D
But the streets of gold I've yet to find
A E D E
And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
A E D E
Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind
E A D E
Tomorrow comes a day too soon
E A D E
Tomorrow comes a day too soon
Angel, sweet angel of my youth
Where have you gone? You flew away too soon
This brick I built now builds a higher wall
See it crumble, hear me fall
There hangs the fool, who once had it all
Chorus
D E
And though the road has yet to rise
A D
On these hundred years that passed me by
D E
And the blood with the river flows
A D
Through the crimson field never sung
E
And no never sung
Chorus
A D E
Ahh well you, you never looked so good
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