Fighting for freedom, no man stands alone
These brothers in arms, waring for family and home
No man free to roam, in this land of his own
Stolen by the throne
Let their sound be known
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Fear pain and anger, beholding the mind
Cast to a chamber, to be hanged alive
Lay your arms down, bow down to the crown
These royal clowns, loyal to their sound
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Icy fingertips, stronghold in the line
Tight grip squeezing metal, seizing their lives
This cruel genocide, leaving cultures destroyed
Striving to survive, as they fight for their pride
You can hear thunder, as their barrels they roll
You can hear the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Fin Furey - Old Crumlin Road Lyrics
Fin Furey - Old Crumlin Road Lyrics
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Fighting for freedom, no man stands alone
These brothers in arms, waring for family and home
No man free to roam, in this land of his own
Stolen by the throne
Let their sound be known
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Fear pain and anger, beholding the mind
Cast to a chamber, to be hanged alive
Lay your arms down, bow down to the crown
These royal clowns, loyal to their sound
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Icy fingertips, stronghold in the line
Tight grip squeezing metal, seizing their lives
This cruel genocide, leaving cultures destroyed
Striving to survive, as they fight for their pride
You can hear thunder, as their barrels they roll
You can hear the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
These brothers in arms, waring for family and home
No man free to roam, in this land of his own
Stolen by the throne
Let their sound be known
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Fear pain and anger, beholding the mind
Cast to a chamber, to be hanged alive
Lay your arms down, bow down to the crown
These royal clowns, loyal to their sound
The sound of the thunder, as their barrels they roll
The sound of the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Icy fingertips, stronghold in the line
Tight grip squeezing metal, seizing their lives
This cruel genocide, leaving cultures destroyed
Striving to survive, as they fight for their pride
You can hear thunder, as their barrels they roll
You can hear the triggers, as they turn brave men cold
Let their stories be told, of Old Crumlin Road
Cruel history concealed, now revealed between these stone walls
Writer: Fin Furey, Finbar Furey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid