Dropkick Murphys – Far Away Coast Lyrics  Share

From Dropkick Murphys's album: Do Or Die

Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast For fear of an atmosphere poisened deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It^,s American soil I hope for at best But the duty I serve can^,t begin to compare To my ancestors battles and wars throught the years Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell I pray for my home but still sit here in hell. Sail away to a place that^,s unknown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well. Go to the grind it^,s all that I have Work on and on with nothing to show But a graying face in this dying place Thats a lock in my solitude I think of a place on a faraway coast Where friends are dear and there^,s reason to toast A cloudy dark images of a Middle East land Comes down and wrecks my hopeful land. Sail away to a place that^,s unknown taken away from my friends and my home to a place they call sacred a place I call hell I long for that corner I once knew so well.
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