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There was a knockin' at my door

It's the dreaded landlord

 He wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how

 He left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here.

 And we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed.

 There was a tappin' on my back

 It's the dreaded foreman

 I think I see a smile through his teeth and his cigar

 He put my hands to work otherwise do nothin'

 And I made a thousand things today, I'm sure I'll never use.

 There was a ringin' on my phone

 I picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade.

 But they couldn't say my name

 So I asked them about the sun and moon

 And what their thoughts on time were

 They hung it up in madness and went on to punch the clock

And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing

 I got an invitation once to liberty

 They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used

 Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed.

Never brewed...

Na na na...

 There was a knockin' at my door

 It's the dreaded policemen

 He had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford laws

 And he questioned me on politics and scored my generation

 For not respecting elders and lands authority

When the landlord came to knock,

I said "Come back tomorrow

 There's more life I'll be living than just slaving for your wage

 And to the troop and foreman.

 Make yourself the things I don't use.

 For I'm off into the forest for a liquor never brewed!"

And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing

 I got an invitation once to liberty

 They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used

 Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed.