Silent Sons

You and I
are the silent sons.

They’ll call the police
and the policemen will come.

I’ll drink my whiskey
and you’ll bring your rum.

I’ll get emotional,
you’ll fight someone.

They’ll call the police
and policemen will come.

You’ll fight the police
and I’ll watch and I’ll run.

You and I
are the silent sons

A couple of strangers
wherever we come.

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