Fallen Friendships

Brother, oh brother.

Brother, oh brother.

Brother, oh brother.



Put your swords away, getnlemen

We're fighting for, fighting for

The same deal.



Brother, oh brother.

Pull your knife from his back,

Let's patch this up.

Let's fix this up.



Get up, god dammit,

'Cause we're gonna die!

Pole dance with a priest

Bow our heads, bow our heads

And cry, now look him in the eye

Tell him that you're satisfied.



Brother, oh brother.

Pull your knife from his back,

Let's patch this up.

Let's fix this up.



Brother, oh brother,

Pull the knife from his back.

Let's patch this up.

Let's fix this up.



We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.

We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.

We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.

We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.

We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.

We're singing this for the minds that tend to forget,

We're shouting this for our terrors.



We're singing this for the minds...

We're shouting this for terrors...