Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drinking Song From The Home Stretch, artist - Mischief Brew. Album song The Stone Operation, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 23.05.2011
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
Drinking Song From The Home Stretch |
It was somewhere in the suburbs of Philadelphia |
A house was gutted, added onto six times its weight |
About a week to go until the move-in date |
And everybody runnin' in a six-day race |
There was bangin', there was buzzin' |
Everybody on their knees |
Running behind, everyone can agree |
Yet four o’clock arrived and someone brought back a case |
And the power went out in the whole damn place |
Property is theft until the thieves are away |
If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained |
For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain |
And drinking on private land |
From the foreman to the laborers to the migrants to me |
Stop drop and wrap up, pull up a bucket, have a seat |
Tattered T’s and ragged jeans all gathered around |
Finally sayin' something more than, «Move your van, I’m pullin' out.» |
And there was something all of us had seen |
The owner was a creep |
Something greedy stuck in his teeth |
You see, anyone that needs a nine-car garage with heat |
Ain’t never was and never will be no friend to me |
We’re singing |
Property is theft until the thieves are away |
If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained |
For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain |
And drinking on private land |
Well, toss the empties in the garden |
The scapers will scrape 'em out when they come back to dig in |
Maybe leave a cap beneath the root |
As proof that we exist, oh my |
Well a foreman and a painter laugh and they find some solid ground |
Seems they both hail from the same bars |
Side of tracks and side of town |
You know, come to think of it |
We’ll all make lefts out of the driveway today |
You-know-who makes a right and speeds away |
Well, I say cheers |
With our cold sweaty beers |
We won’t be allowed around here |
When those gates all close |
And then security takes the wheel |
But that’s another time and we’ll be on another job |
Just don’t call me, man, when your joints crack |
And your pipes all clog |
I scrape off my watch |
And if the boss calls, I’ll say «we're drinking on private land!» |
Oh yeah! |
Property is theft until the thieves are away |
If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained |
For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain |
And drinking on private land |
One more time! |
Property is theft until the thieves are away |
If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained |
For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain |
And… |
Drinking on private, drinking on private, drinking on private |
Land |