Hope Flogging Molly

It's another eight years of the same bloody fears
as the engine that grinds to a halt

No more of this rhetoric, our words they are septic
there's blood on the hands of us all

So let's tune ourselves out
dig our heads in the ground
we'll watch as the tide drifts away

Drop holier life
kiss your beautiful wife
it's gonna all end with a punch

[chorus]
Oh, I said hope
it's still a shout away
a shout away like it was yesterday

I said hope
it's still a shout away
and away we shout once more

There's no black without tan
said the fiery young man
with a vengeance he'll never let go