Now hear me all you victims Come listen, gather around For now well tell the story of four brothers in the ground One died from the bottle though he wouldnt harm a fly He froze in the south end alley Behind a gin mill left to die And another died by the bullet at the hands of a snipers gun In the valley of the NhaTrang for a war we never won Whiskey, war, suicide and guns Whiskey, war, suicide and guns The next one took his life They said there was never any hope He was shocked and institutionalized Found hanging from a rope And another son was shot again But this time over drugs Therell be no heroes welcome 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 and guns They took their lives, they took their sons Whiskey, war, suicide and guns They took their lives, they took their sons One died from whiskey and another in the war One died by suicide, and the last one by the gun Whiskey, war, suicide and guns They took their lives, they took their sons Whiskey, war, suicide and guns They took their lives, they took their sons Whiskey, war, suicide and guns
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