The Lords of Rum

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four
united by a bottle like none before
no bar in the land was ever the same
when these brothers four, started playing their games

From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand,
everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band
from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old
the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold

It didn't really matter when or where they would convene,
even if the venue was a serene latrine
often joined by others, every weekend was epic
it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic

There is one who joined this brotherly convention,
a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention
like them, her voice didn't come with volume control
but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll

Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history,
how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery
though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways
they would all give anything, to relive those glory days

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