Mothers' Sons - Defeater

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

Mothers' sons that we knew so well

Without a care or a chance in hell

Laid a life on a line in harm’s way and out of mine

So their brothers could live to tell

So my brother could live to tell

«How the sky never looked so deep

With the moon shining down on me»

«I never known it before burning foreign shores

Boys in flak and trench, prayers to stave off death unheard»

«So old man pour another couple rounds on me

Keep 'em coming and the rye in reach»

«Be it shellshock or heartbreak

We’re all dying for a stiffer drink

Or dying on a line

No god there to hear our plea»

«We've been laid out and desperate

No blood here left to bleed»

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

Mothers' sons that we knew so well

Without a care or a chance in hell

Laid a life on a line in harm’s way and out of mine

So their brothers could live to tell

So old man pour another couple rounds on me

Keep 'em coming and the rye in reach

Be it shellshock or heartbreak

Or dying on a line

No god there to hear our plea

We’ve been laid out and desperate

So my brother could live to tell

So my brother and I…