There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent
He wants it now
And 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
And said they'd otherwise do nothing
And I made a thousand things today
I'm sure I'll never use.
There was a ringin' on my bell
I picked it up to answer
They said they were my comrade
But they couldn't say my name.
So I asked 'em 'bout 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 the sound of someone singin'
I got an invitation once from liberty.
They had a mischief brew
But no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed.
Never Brewed.
There was a rapping at my door
It's the dreaded policeman
He had a ticket to enter
Signed by fools of Stanford law.
He questioned me on politics
And scorned my generation
For not respecting elders
And the land's authority.
So when the landlord came to knock
I said come back tomorrow
There's more life I'll be livin'
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.
They are following the sound of someone singin'
I got an invitation once from liberty.
They had a mischief brew
But no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed.
Never brewed!There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent
He wants it now
And 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
And said they'd otherwise do nothing
And I made a thousand things today
I'm sure I'll never use.
There was a ringin' on my bell
I picked it up to answer
They said they were my comrade
But they couldn't say my name.
So I asked 'em 'bout 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 the sound of someone singin'
I got an invitation once from liberty.
They had a mischief brew
But no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed.
Never Brewed.
There was a rapping at my door
It's the dreaded policeman
He had a ticket to enter
Signed by fools of Stanford law.
He questioned me on politics
And scorned my generation
For not respecting elders
And the land's authority.
So when the landlord came to knock
I said come back tomorrow
There's more life I'll be livin'
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.
They are following the sound of someone singin'
I got an invitation once from liberty.
They had a mischief brew
But no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed.
Never brewed!
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