Pints Up For Mugs

Heads up my brothers you'll remember him well

That pain will find a home even though it hurts like hell

Take comfort in kinship and hold on to that hope

Keep pounding that pavement and remember your oath

So stand tall my brothers and walk two by three

And keep shuffling forward in these shackles of grief

He'll go down as a legend, man he already was

Believe me he'd tell you because that was our Mugs

Come here my fathers and lay down your swords

Forgive any grievances, surrender your wars

Batten down the hatches for the water's unkind