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