Vice And Virtues Lyrics - 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