Flogging Molly lead singer Dave King has a way of making you feel that the damage has been done and there’s nothing that’s going to undo the damage. Folks are lucky if they have anything to eat, other than stale tears and green beer in this legendary band’s sin-riddled songs. They are all efforts that show people scorned, people abandoned, people sullied, people who have been broken, rebuilt and then destroyed again, almost for sport. They have felt the bit of every tooth out there. They’ve been stripped to nothing and they’ve been through the grinder like the lame horses that they might have been in a prior life. These are songs about brothers and swine. Sometimes they’re one and the same. They should all be watched carefully. Sinners here are seen almost as colorful folk heroes. They are appreciated, or understood, just as well as any saints might be – maybe even more so than the saints, who surely have some things to hide. They’ll get there, as King sings here: “Saints and sinners are but we Twisted wrecks of symmetry Like broken arrows split Against the mindless rift we feed Saints and sinners are And each other’s company we seek Though we took our separate paths Back to the womb where we collapsed On buildings full of living bricks Cementing walls a dangerous fix Saints and sinners are Begrudgers who will never mix Contemplating right from wrong In retrospect we don’t get on So Armageddon here we come Who are the chosen ones? Consequences who you’ve been For in damnation Satan grins We’re saints and we’re sinners Nothing more than lost beginners Both now facing endless falls Its hell or heaven cry’s The pulpits’ scorn Every saint now has a past So may the sinners’ future last Every ghost still has a haunt Where he or she feels they belong All possessing tortured souls Confessing all that’s yet to be Saints and sinners are Lunatics a vicious breed So Armageddon here we come Who are the chosen ones? Consequences who you’ve been For in damnation Satan grins.”