You can't live to make mistakes When you're dead and gone With your heart held in my head The memory of your bloodstains All over broken picture frames How could you tell me that I was wrong

The beat of war reigns on Can you hear the sound of marching drums? And bullets fill the sky Men kill to show their nation's pride The smell of death endures Hold memories of your loved one's clo

Weekends are for the warriors All those late nights walking through front doors at daybreak Raise all, of the glasses high This one's to all of us sitting around here on Friday night I remember ei