Must it take a life for hateful eyes to glisten once again?
Five hundred years like Gelignite have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die? Forgotten freedom burns
Has the shepherd led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun?

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singing drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Roisin's eyes turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie in their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago through bars these men made steel?
Is it a great or little thing we fought, knelt a conscience blessed to kill

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singing drunken lullabies

Ah, well maybe it's the way we're taught
Ah, but maybe it's the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost

Though nothing is left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singing drunken lullabies
I sit and dwell on faces past, like memories seem to fade
No color left but black and white, and soon will all turn gray
But may these shadows rise to walk again with lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each, our hearts shall beat a newfound flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again?
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singing drunken lullabies