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...