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