Dropkick Murphys
Текст песни Far Away Coast

- Music: Barton, Lyrics: Casey, McColgan -

Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere
poisened deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my
death It's American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve
can't begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught
the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I
pray for my home but still sit here in hell

chorus: Sail away to a place that's unkown taken away from my
friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call
hell I long for that corner I once knew so well

Go to the grind it's all that I have Work on and on with nothing
to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in
my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends
are dear and there's reason to toast A cloudy dark images of
a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land

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