Salute the Dead
U.S. Bombs
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There's an o.d. case in the pool There's a couple passed out on the stairs Watch your shoes, 'cause they'll steal you, blind you Ain't gonna find the winners here A dead mans weekend has got my name On it apologies and promises We've heard them all here, going to the pub The suns down half way two fingers in the air Cheers to the living salute the dead If you're gonna live, drink like you're dead red wine For blood whiskey, for fate Kick up the dirt in Tompkins square Lift up your flask for a stiff
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Written by: CHIP HANNA, DUANE THOMAS PETERS, JON WICKERSHAM, KERRY MARTINEZ, WADE WALSTON
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