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• Artiste: Defeater
• Titre: Mothers' Sons
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We drink to those lost at sea Who never made it off the beach To those who won't make it home Buried in the salty deep While these sons that we knew so well Without a care or a chance in hell Laid their life on the line and got traded at a price So their brothers could live to tell So my brother could live to tell The ocean never looked so deep With the moon shining down on me I didn't know we'd perform for you on foreign shores Boys in black could trash bridges and transform ya' entirely So old man pour another couple rounds on me Keep 'em coming and right in reach Being shellshocked more like brain rot While I'm dying for a stiffer drink We're dying on a line No god there to hear our plea We've been laid out, left desperate No blood here left to bleed Drink to those lost at sea Who never made it off the beach To those who won't make it home Buried in the salty deep While these sons that we knew so well Without a care or a chance in hell Laid their life on the line and got traded at a price So their brothers could live to tell So old man pour another couple rounds on me Keep 'em coming and right in reach Being shellshocked more like brain (More like brain) We're dying on a line No god there to hear our plea We've been laid out, left desperate (Left desperate) So my brother could live to tell So my brother and I...