吉他社

The Meanest of Times

Vices and Virtues

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Now hear me all you victims
For now we'll tell you the story of four brothers in the ground
One died from a bottle though he wouldn't harm a fly
He froze in a south end alley
Behind a gin mill left to die
And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
In the valley of Nha-Trang for a war we never won

Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns
Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns

They next one took his life
Thet said there was never any hope
He was shocked "amp; institutionalized
Found hanging from a rope

And another son was shot again
But this time over drugs
For this small time city thug

One from the whiskey
One from the war
One by suicide
And another by the gun

Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns
They took thier lives, they took their sons

Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns
They took thier lives, they took their sons

One died from the whiskey
And another in the war
One died by suicide
And the last one by the gun

Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns
They took thier lives, they took their sons

Whiskey, War, Suicide "amp; Guns
They took thier lives, they took their sons