Sunday Hardcore Matinee Lyrics - Going Out In Style - Dropkick Murphys

Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row 

In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls 

Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day 

Writes his mother back home in brighton but he ain't got much to say 

He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around 

He dreams of the blue atlantic to once again be homeward bound 

Homeward bound 

Though the road was long and winding 

Many snares lay in their path 

But their struggle they saw as righteous 

They fought with might and struck with wrath 

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves 

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round 

You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound 

But the last car it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear 

It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer 

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves 

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round 

You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound 

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray 

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves