| 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
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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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| Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns |