themegaloo | Sick...and LYRICS

Well, my throat is KILLING me. So I'm sipping on wine as I type to sooth it. HAve been drinking water all day to no end other than many, many bathroom breaks.

Went riding this morning, had a blast. Then came home, took a shower, saw Steven, and went to my voice lesson. I think that was the last straw for my throat. Seriously. It's like- DEAD.

Steven gave me his old graphics card...so my computer is rocking a lot more than it used to!!

And, major point of this post, I figured out what some of the lyrics to 'Screaming at the Wailing Wall' were earlier today. And I think my response was along the lines of 'Holy F*ck, that's awesome'. So, I have to share.

So God 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 clouds
Warns us all of winter showers
Then rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name

So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall

I'll liberate your peoples' fate
Spoke the Burnin' Bush
But the song of beasts
Grow with oil soaked teeth
Their dollor is mighty and true
Now the eagle soares the sky
Over refugee and child
And to all there is no end
Another day in perfect Hell

So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose

All Hail

Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us of deadly showers
Then a rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name

So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall

Oh I'll liberate your peoples' fate
As we scream at the wailing wall

Flogging Molly. Yay.