They called it the Troubles Cuz it wasn't quite a war To admit that it was Would make it harder to ignore History gave us courage Whiskey made us fight Back when blood was thicker Back when blood was tight
Here comes the Hallelujah man With the free love, guns and dope The last Irishman in Brooklyn Just went up in fire and smoke Bind our sons to exile To serve the Motherland Keep us all indebted And afraid of Uncle Sam
I couldn't love you anymore Couldn't love you any less I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace In another state of grace I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace
Democracy is coming On a sea of alcohol From construction sites to shipyards You better sing along You better love your family You better earn your pay Cuz democracy is coming That's the order of the day
I couldn't love you anymore Couldn't love you any less I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace In another state of grace I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace
Another lost loved one Full of tales of home The heart beats any fist Of a spirit never broken Swinging out at memories That we will not forget There'll be no sweet surrender When blood and soil connect
I couldn't love you anymore Couldn't love you any less I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace In another state of grace I'll cross my heart and hope to die In another state of grace In another state of grace In another state of grace