Lyrics

(VERSE) We've been gutted and bludgeoned beyond repair Dance quite able, Clark Gable, beneath the stair Fib and fable, we cradle our own regret Oh, we blubber and stutter 'til evening's end (CHORUS) No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool No we won't let the blood of our fathers be cursed No we won't (VERSE) We've been lovers and gluttons without a care As we hang out and break out of our own snare God or goddess, it's obvious, we need a drink Have another vodka, brother Release the pain (CHORUS) No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool No we won't let the sons of our fathers be used No we won't And you won't have to wander the fields all of mud And you won't have to squander each minute of lust No you won't No we won't let the blood of our enemies cool No we won't let the sons of our fathers be used No we won't And you won't have to wander the fields all of mud And you won't have to squander each minute of lust No you won't