| Song | Vices and Virtues |
| Artist | Dropkick Murphys |
| Album | The Meanest of Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
| 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 [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 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 | |
| [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 |
| zuo qu : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
| 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 NhaTrang | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Barr, Brennan, Casey ... | |
| 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 NhaTrang | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 |