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Whiskey on the Grave - The Age

When winning is last achieved After those we've loved are now bereaved How do we share that sweet success? With the one’s long gone to another place? How do we know that we're still whole With those that shared the common goal? Goin’ where they lay rest With a teary eye and a heavy breast Come raise that Jack D up And pour two drinks, come on fill them up Down in one and raise the other To mother. father, sister, brother Pour whiskey on the, whiskey on the grave Pour whiskey on the, whiskey on the grave A simple act, a token pleasure Preserves the past, safeguards the future They cannot hear, they cannot see They cannot smell, they cannot feel But when the dirt is JD-laced We still believe that they can taste The victory that defied their death They yearn for years with every breath We share that drink just like we would In the Ducie Arms or some other club This simple ritual makes amends For times we could not share with friends They missed out on the crowning glory But we’ll never let this story die Pour whiskey on the, whiskey on the grave Pour whiskey on the, whiskey on the grave…