
Untitled 03 (Brother’s Song) Brand New
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[Verse 1]
So the air's getting colder
And the news keeps us scared
I still wrestle this summer
From the bones of our tired, blistered hands
Cause tonight we got drinks, just a couple of friends
And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him
And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy
He's got a great idea, like he's making a memory
[Chorus]
Wake up and come out to the car
There's an East swell coming and its howling off shore
And we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hand
[Verse 2]
So we make jokes back home
And we lighten the mood
But growing up my parents saw
What sending a kid to fight could really do
Now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up
Just a few mother's sons, will never really be enough
Not until half of our names are etched out in the wall
And the other half ruined from the things we saw
So the air's getting colder
And the news keeps us scared
I still wrestle this summer
From the bones of our tired, blistered hands
Cause tonight we got drinks, just a couple of friends
And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him
And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy
He's got a great idea, like he's making a memory
[Chorus]
Wake up and come out to the car
There's an East swell coming and its howling off shore
And we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hand
[Verse 2]
So we make jokes back home
And we lighten the mood
But growing up my parents saw
What sending a kid to fight could really do
Now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up
Just a few mother's sons, will never really be enough
Not until half of our names are etched out in the wall
And the other half ruined from the things we saw
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