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Mischief Brew

history factory never close. You can build an army of this rabble yet. You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead. Tell them a story: god blood and glory, brew

It could have been just like any other day. If not for the drug raids. They seemed so normal as they were cuffed and hauled away. Who could have thought

How Did I Get Out Alive? Down where the dullers roll, how do you keep a match lit in this hole? up where the idiots lead, scattering seeds where we all

Hehuh, waste away waste away. We are bouncing and dancing as you sing your lullaby, Shouting ?move? when you say ?stay?. The tune of your flute

Listens to the fifens, they're marchin through the square, stencil flags of insurrection dancin' through the air. Read the rants of a Thomas Paine, of

in our living rooms gates round our names give us a face to join up and hate keep tiny town pure and sane behind these bolts theres a brewing revolt

Beware, the tide's a'rising in the city of brotherly love. The blood red lights were a'flashin as the cellars rose up in a flood. And as they dragged

me When I run into my old friends still drinkin' from that cup I never stay too long as I've been tempted I say you know drink the devils brew, you

what's a city, with no underground? Yeah, yeah, yeah's. No underground. To wander through a Venetian maze. When the devil mocks the streets of New Orleans. But the Devil's Brew