Vices And Virtues

Now hear me all you victims Come listen, gather around For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground One died from the bottle though he wouldn't 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 hand's of a sniper's gun In the valley of the Nha-Trang for a war we never won Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns [x2] 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 There'll 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 & Guns They took their lives, they took their sons [x2] One died from whiskey And another in the war One died by suicide And the last one by the gun Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns They took their lives, they took their sons [x2] Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns