Mischief Brew
Mischief Brew - Citizens Drive songtekst
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No one knows my politics like the postman He brings me the radical rag I bet the neighbors are wondering what I got in this bag. They say the city virus broke its borders once again, Fell down the lane, Packed up and ran. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. There's an old crooked man in an old crooked house He says I don't open up on all saints eve You'll never know what devil might be waiting there to steal your TV. As he sits to watch a story about another robbery Turns on a light to stave off thieves. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. The world is sick I think its dying I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds. Alive In these houses locked inside There's blood on the door and candlelight. Night Close your eyes and wish it bye Call up the police to sing their lullabys. Late Our hero John Wayne Put guns in our living rooms Gates around our names Gave us a face To join up and hate Keep Tiny Town pure and safe. Behind these bolts There's a brewing revolt And it rusts In every one of us. Behind these bolts There's a brewing revolt And it rusts In every one of us. So put a yellow ribbon On your exterminator And head westward across the track. Well I've got a dream Where we all say see ya later And never say welcome back. I'm looking out the window down on Citizens Drive Where all the elders are terrified Will that be you and I? Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. The world is sick I think it might die I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.No one knows my politics like the postman He brings me the radical rag I bet the neighbors are wondering what I got in this bag. They say the city virus broke its borders once again, Fell down the lane, Packed up and ran. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. There's an old crooked man in an old crooked house He says I don't open up on all saints eve You'll never know what devil might be waiting there to steal your TV. As he sits to watch a story about another robbery Turns on a light to stave off thieves. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. The world is sick I think its dying I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds. Alive In these houses locked inside There's blood on the door and candlelight. Night Close your eyes and wish it bye Call up the police to sing their lullabys. Late Our hero John Wayne Put guns in our living rooms Gates around our names Gave us a face To join up and hate Keep Tiny Town pure and safe. Behind these bolts There's a brewing revolt And it rusts In every one of us. Behind these bolts There's a brewing revolt And it rusts In every one of us. So put a yellow ribbon On your exterminator And head westward across the track. Well I've got a dream Where we all say see ya later And never say welcome back. I'm looking out the window down on Citizens Drive Where all the elders are terrified Will that be you and I? Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. Where the doors all lock at nine Every creak is like cannon fire. The world is sick I think it might die I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.