Donit let me die Flogging Molly

I walk these streets where my soleless feet
Haunt the ground where it was I once tread
On Grafton's Arcade pours the rich commerce rain
Though the voices I no longer hear speak

Heaven's to blame, so on that I'll abstain
Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind

From God's golden plate, begrudgers they eat
Until their bellies burst, ignorance bliss
Never they roam, a wanderless home
Is as far as their sorry eye sees

Give me a rusty old coat, well-trampled and soaked
Until these ashes and blood mingle deep
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind

Though I've been that face before, slammed every open door
Squandered once scattered beliefs
So when the waves come crashing in, I'll swim as the ocean swims
Out with the morning tide and back for my tea

So I'll do as I please like the well-tempered breeze
Blowing which way I see fit
I'll gray with the clay, seven days 'till the day
When they throw me on the potter's scrap heap