Now hear me all you victimsCome listen, gather aroundFor now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the groundOne died from the bottle though he wouldn't harm a flyHe froze in the south end alleyBehind a gin mill left to dieAnd another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gunIn the valley of the Nha-Trang for a war we never wonWhiskey, War, Suicide & Guns [x2]The next one took his lifeThey said there was never any hopeHe was shocked and institutionalizedFound hanging from a ropeAnd another son was shot againBut this time over drugsThere'll be no heroes welcomeFor this small time city thugOne from the whiskeyOne from the warOne by suicideAnd another by the gunWhiskey, War, Suicide & GunsThey took their lives, they took their sons[X2]One died from the whiskeyAnd another in the warOne died by suicideAnd the last one by the gunWhiskey, War, Suicide & GunsThey took their lives, they took their sons[X2]Whiskey, War, Suicide & Guns
