Now hear me all you victims  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
There'll be no heroes [bad word] 
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