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There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent and wants it now
And he is careless how
He left us in a vacant daze
Askin' how we got here
And we retired to slumber
But the glasses never were rinsed

There was a tapping on my back
It's the dreaded foreman
I think I see a smile
Through his teeth and his cigar
He put my hands to working
Said they'd otherwise do nothing
And I made a thousand things today
I'm sure I'll never use

There was a ringing of my bell
I picked it up to answer
They said they were my comrade
But they couldn't say my name
So I asked about the sun and moon
And what their thoughts on time were
They hung it up in madness
And went on to punch the clock

And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed

There was a rapping at my door
It's the dreaded policeman
He had a ticket to enter
Signed by fools and stamped with laws
He questioned me on politics
Scorned my generation
For not respecting elders
And the land's authority

So when the landlord came to knock
I said, "Come back tomorrow!"
There's more life I'll be living
Than just slaving from your wage
And to the troop and foreman
Make yourself the things I don't use
For I'm off into the forest
For a liquor never brewed

Today, I'm following the sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed

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