Now hear me all you victims
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Come listen, gather around
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For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground
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One died from the bottle though he wouldn't harm a fly
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He froze in the south end alley
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Behind a gin mill left to die
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And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
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In the valley of the Nha-Trang for a war we never won
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Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns <i>[x2]
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The next one took his life
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They said there was never any hope
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He was shocked and institutionalized
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Found hanging from a rope
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And another son was shot again
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But this time over drugs
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There'll be no heroes welcome
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For this small time city thug
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One from the whiskey
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One from the war
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One by suicide
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And another by the gun
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Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns
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They took their lives, they took their sons
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One died from whiskey
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And another in the war
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One died by suicide
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And the last one by the gun
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Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns
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They took their lives, they took their sons
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[x2]
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Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns
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Vices And Virtues
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| Dropkick Murphys |
