Sixteen Brothers Lyrics

Sixteen Brothers Sixteen others take a fall for their brothers, Reaching out
for the people that they might have saved. Sixteen brothers hit the wall
when the others Turn their back on the visions that they might have paved.
Someone mutters from the base of the gutter While the shots rip the
entrance to the musty fray. Fifteen stutter while the lips of the brother
Breathe the hurt of a silence that is swept away. Would you walk, if I called
you my brother? Would the sky fall down on my head? Not a pal, or a spy,
or a lover. But something more... than what I said. Sixteen mothers call and
cry for the brothers, As they flip through the fears of the passing days. Sixteen others dry the tears of the mothers, With a hand of an angel, but a
demon's gaze. Would you walk, if I called you my brother? Would the sky
fall down on my head? Not a pal, or a spy, or a lover. But something
more... than what I said. Sixteen brothers lose their brother, To the gloom
of their dismay. Someone mutters from the gutter, But his words are swept
away. Would you walk, if I called you my brother? Would the sky fall down
on my head? Not a pal, or a spy, or a lover. But something more... than
what I said. When we've won. When we've won!

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