Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weapons , by - Mischief Brew. Song from the album Boiling Breakfast Early: A Demo Collection, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 07.04.2008
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
Weapons |
| There’s a hole in the wall |
| There’s a light down the hall |
| There’s a pest in the system |
| So we’ll surely see it stall |
| There’s a knife in my pouch |
| And a hammer in my belt |
| There’s a pot on the fire |
| So they joy’s yet to be felt |
| There’s a home, there’s a well, |
| There’s a ringin' of the bell |
| So tonight we feast on treasures |
| That they could never sell |
| Spirit Satan, spirits fly |
| Through the windows see the sky |
| Where the moon calls out for slumber |
| But mischief, joy and might |
| So our weapons seem not much to show |
| But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
| No, they don’t kill |
| We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale |
| The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail |
| We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones |
| The rituals were beyond words of the wedding of earth and soul |
| Hey! |
| There’s a knock at the door |
| And I wonder who it’s for |
| You got your walking stick ready |
| They’re still at different shores |
| With a mind in our heads |
| And a heart in our chests |
| With the world at our boots |
| Our hands hold the rest |
| I’ve seen the towers, they build on and up |
| I’ve got the mirth already in my cup |
| I’ve felt the winds, they try to bottle up and sell |
| I’ve walked an earth that they could never kill |
| No, we won’t kill |
| There’s a hood around my shoulders |
| And a banjo in my hands |
| As the notes rise like smoke rings |
| With thee shall we dance |
| This is the flicker through the window |
| It is warm in here, it beckons |
| Well, outside bites the winter air |
| Inside you’ll find our weapons, weapons, weapons, haha |
| We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale |
| The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail |
| We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones |
| The rituals were beyond words with the wedding of earth and soul |
| Hey! |
| So our weapons seem not much to show |
| But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
| So our weapons seem not much to show |
| But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
| So our weapons seem not much to show |
| But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |
| So our weapons seem not much to show |
| But they don’t kill, they only help us grow |