Page 14 of Higher Notes

Won’t let you in

You’ll never win

We won’t give in

So wipe away…that fucking grin

Or you will meet the bitter end

You think we’re weak?

Ha-ha-ha

Your outlook’s bleak

Let me introduce you to my men

One, two, three, four, five

Chorus:

Blood for blood

Life for life

Our common goal

To fight for what’s right

You’ll never beat

Blood Brothers

Don’t even try

You’ll never win

You can’t defeat

Blood Brothers

We’ll be together…‘til the very end

The very end

The very end

‘Til the very fucking end

My voice was nowhere near Joey’s timbre, but I held my own and he and Stoli were front and center cheering just as loud as everyone else when the song came to an end.

“Thank you, and thank you to our brothers for allowing us to butcher their song.”

“Butcher my ass, you rocked it!”

“The amazing one and only Stoli, everyone.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Joey teased. “The world couldn’t handle another one.” Double birds were flipped as those two rough-housed.

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