Flogging Molly

Forgot how come every wrong's been done, with deals no Christ should allow
Once the communist, now the terrorist with blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of cows warns us all of winter showers
Then a rattle, comes a rain with each bullet screams your name
Oh how come this carrying storm pours little on the truth?
Where the smoking gun's a familiar song echoes
And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screaming at the Wailing Wall
I liberate your people's fate, spoke the burning bush
But the song of beasts, drown their oil-soaked teeth
Their dollar is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky over refugee and child
And to all there is no end, another day in perfect hell