[Verse 1] Laces muddy from the fields Boots on the barroom floor Old photos in our pockets Creased like a holy card Passed-out saints on barstools Laughing through the scars We came a long way just to sing who we are [Chorus] Yeah We burnin' the hell out of them speakers Rockin' in like it's Dubliner town We're raisin' one up like it's 1949 For them boys back home [Verse 2] Names carved in the timber Knife marks under our hands Toast the kids who never made it And the ones who took a stand Pints lined up like soldiers Uniforms of foam Every cheer in this old room rings their names back home [Chorus] [Instrumental] [Verse 3] The band on stage Yeah, they're turnin' this place Upside down Said "Here's to the ones Who never made it back home" Them pints roar in us, bit by bit And it's only gonna get louder from here [Chorus] [Outro] Glass to the ceiling [gang vocals] "say their names" Ink on our knuckles Hometown flames If you feel that thunder rolling through your bones That's the sound of all our ghosts marching home
