| Song | Life in Tenement Square |
| Artist | Flogging Molly |
| Album | Swagger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
| Well, I kissed the day, | |
| I was on my way | |
| From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
| For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
| A time now with innocence lost | |
| As the sun split the room | |
| With its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square | |
| I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
| And danced for their daily bread | |
| While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
| Not a child in the house was fed | |
| On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
| Of the coin they had already spent | |
| While our mothers asked | |
| God, "What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
| Grab what's left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
| These cinders need more to be a fire | |
| While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
| Laugh with their guns by their side | |
| I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
| Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
| Our misery's been turned into mews | |
| Where the fat of the land, now hog, hand-in-hand | |
| A crime now of life was ever true | |
| As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square |
| zuo qu : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
| Well, I kissed the day, | |
| I was on my way | |
| From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
| For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
| A time now with innocence lost | |
| As the sun split the room | |
| With its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square | |
| I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
| And danced for their daily bread | |
| While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
| Not a child in the house was fed | |
| On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
| Of the coin they had already spent | |
| While our mothers asked | |
| God, " What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
| Grab what' s left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
| These cinders need more to be a fire | |
| While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
| Laugh with their guns by their side | |
| I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
| Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
| Our misery' s been turned into mews | |
| Where the fat of the land, now hog, handinhand | |
| A crime now of life was ever true | |
| As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square |
| zuò qǔ : Donovan, Hensley, King ... | |
| Well, I kissed the day, | |
| I was on my way | |
| From those cold gray blocks of stone | |
| For seventeen years of squalor filled tears | |
| A time now with innocence lost | |
| As the sun split the room | |
| With its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square | |
| I remember the song where the rats sang along | |
| And danced for their daily bread | |
| While the damp washed the walls that were twenty feet tall | |
| Not a child in the house was fed | |
| On the porter filled face, of the men left a trace | |
| Of the coin they had already spent | |
| While our mothers asked | |
| God, " What was Hell ever forWhen you lived in a Tenement Square?" | |
| Grab what' s left of the coal from the ol' cubbyhole | |
| These cinders need more to be a fire | |
| While the ghosts of the soldiers that lived there before us | |
| Laugh with their guns by their side | |
| I hear them laugh with their guns by their side | |
| Now politicians they dwell in that forgotten hell | |
| Our misery' s been turned into mews | |
| Where the fat of the land, now hog, handinhand | |
| A crime now of life was ever true | |
| As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom | |
| Turnin' all hope to despair | |
| And the only thing left was to flee from the nest | |
| That was life in a | |
| Tenement Square |