| Hey
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| There was a knockin' on my door
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| It’s the dreaded landlord
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| He wants his bread and wants it now
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| And he doesn’t care lest how
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| He left a sign of vacancy
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| He’s asking how we got here
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| And we returned to slumber
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| But the glass was never rinsed
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| There was a tapping on my back
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| It’s the dreaded forman
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| I think I see his smile through his teeth and his cigar
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| He put my hands to work
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| And said, or otherwise do nothing
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| And I made a thousand things today
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| I’m sure I’ll never use
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| There was a ringing of my bell
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| I picked it up to answer
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| They said they were my comrade
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| But, they couldn’t say my name
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| So I asked about the???
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| They hung it up with madness and went on to punch the clock
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| And, somewhere there’s teh sound of someone singing
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| I’ve got an invitation want some liberty
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| They had a mischief brew
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| But none of it’s for you
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| Best to come abroard
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| And taste a liquid never brewed
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| Never brewed
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| Hey
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| Hey
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| There was a rapping on my door
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| It’s the dreaded policeman
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| He had a ticket to enter
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| So I’m??? |
| to step???
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| He questioned me in politics
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| He scorned my generation
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| For not respecting elders in the lands of???
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| So, when the landlord came to knock
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| I said, come back tomorrow???
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| Just slavin' for your wage
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| And to that troop, that foreman
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| Make us??? |
| the things I don’t choose
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| For a rock into the forest for a liquor never brewed
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| Today I’m following the sound of someone singing
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| I got an invitation want some liberty
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| They had a mischief brew
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| But none of it’s for you
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| Best to come aboard and taste a liquor never brewed
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| Never brewed
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| Hey
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| Hey |