Bullhead
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โฑ๏ธ 2:40 duration
๐ ID: 6018739
๐ Lyrics
The scraps lay scattered on the floor
70 days had been ignored
The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
His figure frail of 7 stone
A fire fights beneath his bones
"I will not die after you bury me"
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
A poet and a scholar of his day
Commandant of the Cork Brigade
His friends and foes revered him just the same
The crown then feared his influence
His threatening wit and intellect
So they locked him up in a Brixton prison cage
No tank or gun or brick or bullet or stone
Could turn a rebel mind on their own
"Should my death do more than my release
Then let me die in chains
If it brings the enemy to his knees
It's not who can inflict the most
But who can most endure
That in 100 years will see their children free"
1920, Hallow's Eve
100 000 filled the streets
A procession flowed beside the river Lee
A nation lost her rebel son
But the bells of freedom would be rung
The truce was signed in 1921
And the cheers of the world would echo from afar
Never underestimate a rebel heart
The scraps lay scattered on the floor
70 days had been ignored
The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
His figure frail of 7 stone
A fire fights beneath his bones
"I will not die after you bury me"
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
And if my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
70 days had been ignored
The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
His figure frail of 7 stone
A fire fights beneath his bones
"I will not die after you bury me"
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
A poet and a scholar of his day
Commandant of the Cork Brigade
His friends and foes revered him just the same
The crown then feared his influence
His threatening wit and intellect
So they locked him up in a Brixton prison cage
No tank or gun or brick or bullet or stone
Could turn a rebel mind on their own
"Should my death do more than my release
Then let me die in chains
If it brings the enemy to his knees
It's not who can inflict the most
But who can most endure
That in 100 years will see their children free"
1920, Hallow's Eve
100 000 filled the streets
A procession flowed beside the river Lee
A nation lost her rebel son
But the bells of freedom would be rung
The truce was signed in 1921
And the cheers of the world would echo from afar
Never underestimate a rebel heart
The scraps lay scattered on the floor
70 days had been ignored
The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
His figure frail of 7 stone
A fire fights beneath his bones
"I will not die after you bury me"
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
And if my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.67] The scraps lay scattered on the floor
[00:16.73] 70 days had been ignored
[00:18.54] The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
[00:22.04] His figure frail of 7 stone
[00:24.09] A fire fights beneath his bones
[00:25.85] "I will not die after you bury me"
[00:29.29] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[00:33.05] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[00:38.60] A poet and a scholar of his day
[00:40.58] Commandant of the Cork Brigade
[00:42.28] His friends and foes revered him just the same
[00:45.78] The crown then feared his influence
[00:47.61] His threatening wit and intellect
[00:49.53] So they locked him up in a Brixton prison cage
[00:52.88] No tank or gun or brick or bullet or stone
[00:56.66] Could turn a rebel mind on their own
[01:01.97] "Should my death do more than my release
[01:03.91] Then let me die in chains
[01:05.65] If it brings the enemy to his knees
[01:09.42] It's not who can inflict the most
[01:11.17] But who can most endure
[01:12.91] That in 100 years will see their children free"
[01:15.59]
[01:29.55] 1920, Hallow's Eve
[01:31.38] 100 000 filled the streets
[01:33.03] A procession flowed beside the river Lee
[01:36.69] A nation lost her rebel son
[01:38.46] But the bells of freedom would be rung
[01:40.47] The truce was signed in 1921
[01:43.82] And the cheers of the world would echo from afar
[01:47.78] Never underestimate a rebel heart
[01:50.12]
[02:09.48] The scraps lay scattered on the floor
[02:11.40] 70 days had been ignored
[02:13.01] The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
[02:16.61] His figure frail of 7 stone
[02:18.53] A fire fights beneath his bones
[02:20.39] "I will not die after you bury me"
[02:23.56] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:27.53] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:30.73] And if my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:34.75] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:37.30]
[00:16.73] 70 days had been ignored
[00:18.54] The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
[00:22.04] His figure frail of 7 stone
[00:24.09] A fire fights beneath his bones
[00:25.85] "I will not die after you bury me"
[00:29.29] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[00:33.05] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[00:38.60] A poet and a scholar of his day
[00:40.58] Commandant of the Cork Brigade
[00:42.28] His friends and foes revered him just the same
[00:45.78] The crown then feared his influence
[00:47.61] His threatening wit and intellect
[00:49.53] So they locked him up in a Brixton prison cage
[00:52.88] No tank or gun or brick or bullet or stone
[00:56.66] Could turn a rebel mind on their own
[01:01.97] "Should my death do more than my release
[01:03.91] Then let me die in chains
[01:05.65] If it brings the enemy to his knees
[01:09.42] It's not who can inflict the most
[01:11.17] But who can most endure
[01:12.91] That in 100 years will see their children free"
[01:15.59]
[01:29.55] 1920, Hallow's Eve
[01:31.38] 100 000 filled the streets
[01:33.03] A procession flowed beside the river Lee
[01:36.69] A nation lost her rebel son
[01:38.46] But the bells of freedom would be rung
[01:40.47] The truce was signed in 1921
[01:43.82] And the cheers of the world would echo from afar
[01:47.78] Never underestimate a rebel heart
[01:50.12]
[02:09.48] The scraps lay scattered on the floor
[02:11.40] 70 days had been ignored
[02:13.01] The people wake as a martyr goes to sleep
[02:16.61] His figure frail of 7 stone
[02:18.53] A fire fights beneath his bones
[02:20.39] "I will not die after you bury me"
[02:23.56] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:27.53] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:30.73] And if my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:34.75] If my will is the wind, then I will die willing and free
[02:37.30]