Flogging Molly - Another Bag Of Bricks

I scratch your name across these walls
And with my blood turns red
That drips upon my killing floor
Where I now call my bed.
No precious light to harbor
Like so many here before,
With every drop of life you take
Now breathes a thousand more
With another bag of bricks

Temper filled with blindness Leads this lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
A scourge you can`t command
So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scowl me with your hollow eyes
Still burnin` to the core
No door will go unanswerd
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin` war