| Song | The Lightning Storm |
| Artist | Flogging Molly |
| Album | Live at the Greek Theater |
| 作曲 : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
| This lonely existence paves the way | |
| For the heart of hearts must beat be brave | |
| While this quiet lightning storm | |
| Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow | |
| So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin | |
| As the messenger from hell says we're bound to win | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
| I sit on the wing for a blackbird's song | |
| To tell me where and when this all went wrong | |
| There's no resolution without remorse | |
| With ignorance, bliss, defend, let's stay the course | |
| Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand | |
| Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
| Take good care of your freedom | |
| They'll never know | |
| Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live | |
| And night descends on shadows without their kill | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they'll never know | |
| Yeah, take good care of your freedom | |
| They'll never know | |
| As the days, they come | |
| But the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom | |
| They'll never know |
| zuò qǔ : Casey, King, Maxwell, Regan ... | |
| This lonely existence paves the way | |
| For the heart of hearts must beat be brave | |
| While this quiet lightning storm | |
| Wrecks the harvest gold we tried to sow | |
| So it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin | |
| As the messenger from hell says we' re bound to win | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
| I sit on the wing for a blackbird' s song | |
| To tell me where and when this all went wrong | |
| There' s no resolution without remorse | |
| With ignorance, bliss, defend, let' s stay the course | |
| Puncture the skin and see its blood run cold on desert sand | |
| Come hear the men from mothers with childless hands | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
| Take good care of your freedom | |
| They' ll never know | |
| Take what you give until there is nothing left, but forever live | |
| And night descends on shadows without their kill | |
| As the days, they come, but the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom they' ll never know | |
| Yeah, take good care of your freedom | |
| They' ll never know | |
| As the days, they come | |
| But the years, they go | |
| So take care of your freedom | |
| They' ll never know |