Brother to arms, son to two more
A bullet in the chest left him lying on the floor
Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own
A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more
Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets blow
Brother to arms, son to two more
A bullet in the chest left him lying on the floor
Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own
A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more
Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets blow
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