Vice And Virtues - Dropkick Murphys

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

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

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

Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns