Rebels On Rise. Written By Joshua Paul McLaughlin
This is a rebel song about the oppression rich and powerful governments have brought on the Irish.
[D]Rebels on rise, bloody [Em]skies
[G]War drums beat and [D]bold war cries
Sweat and [Em]smoke as heroes [G]die…[D]
Fist in the sky the rebel flag[Em] flies,,[G]-[D]
The suit and the crown for[Em] centuries try to[G] put us down
Into the[D] ground that they steal from us
[Em]Ashes to [G]ashes, dust to mis[D]trust
Seasons still change but the[Em] chains remain,[G]-[D]
Martyrs fall but[Em] we remember the[G] names…[D] (chorus 2x)
Fist to the street the rebel flag weeps
Heart for a cause as they preach their Godless laws
Poisoned with flaws they feed us shit
With a silver spoon right to our lips
And a glass of piss, a sickly sight
So my appetite ain’t strong tonight… (chorus 2x)
Fist to the dirt with blood on my shirt
Please Lord see a way to forgive me
As I bleed dying alone, the pipes play death bed tones… (chorus 3x)
[D]Rebels on rise, bloody [Em]skies
[G]War drums beat and [D]bold war cries
Sweat and [Em]smoke as heroes [G]die…[D]
Fist in the sky the rebel flag[Em] flies,,[G]-[D]
The suit and the crown for[Em] centuries try to[G] put us down
Into the[D] ground that they steal from us
[Em]Ashes to [G]ashes, dust to mis[D]trust
Seasons still change but the[Em] chains remain,[G]-[D]
Martyrs fall but[Em] we remember the[G] names…[D] (chorus 2x)
Fist to the street the rebel flag weeps
Heart for a cause as they preach their Godless laws
Poisoned with flaws they feed us shit
With a silver spoon right to our lips
And a glass of piss, a sickly sight
So my appetite ain’t strong tonight… (chorus 2x)
Fist to the dirt with blood on my shirt
Please Lord see a way to forgive me
As I bleed dying alone, the pipes play death bed tones… (chorus 3x)
