Dropkick Murphys - Vices and Virtues [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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 and guns
Whiskey, war, suicide and 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 and guns
They took their lives, they took their sons
Whiskey, war, suicide and 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 and guns
They took their lives, they took their sons
Whiskey, war, suicide and guns
They took their lives, they took their sons

Whiskey, war, suicide and guns