Mothers' Sons

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
Mother's 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 shell shock or heartbreak
We're all dying for a stiffer drink
Or dying on the line
No god there to hear our plea
We've been laid out, left 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
Mother's 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 shell shock or heartbreak (or heartbreak)
Or dying on a line
No god there to hear our plea
Been laid out and desperate (and desperate)

So my brother could live to tell
So my brother and I