Paroles The Barrel de Mischief Brew

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My candy shop's a factoryLeft in the woods to dieBeneath this settled dustA fertile field of treasure liesWe, the scavengers, are huntin'For the beautiful decayTowards the bottom of the barrelAt the market for the fleasStale boxcars on the railroadsOne over by the weedsRaid the scrapyard like a gardenBring life from rusted bonesMy candy shop is a vacant lotWhere anything may growWeepin' clowns with cracklin' browsPiled in the old arcadeNow the children are all workersStill dreamin' about playWhile the freaks stomp through the wastelandPullin' flowers from the gravesTowards the bottom of the barrelAt the market for the fleasStale boxcars on the railroadsOne over by the weedsRaid the scrapyard like a gardenBring life from rusted bonesMy candy shop is a vacant lotWhere anything may growHey!Like a vessel underwaterOld mills and broken glassLike a pickup in the backyardTree windin' through the cabThis takes me down the backroadsFrom the mansion to the shackFrom the bottom of the barrelHere's somethin' someone savedAnd we bring it to the tableWonder what we're gonna makeYour scrapyard, my gardenOr so the sayin' goesYou turn water into dead thingsAnd I'll make the dead things growMake the dead things growMake the dead things grow

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