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There's a hole in the wallThere's a light down the hallThere's a pest in the systemSo we'll surely see it stallThere's a knife in my pouchAnd a hammer in my beltThere's a pot on the fireSo they joy's yet to be feltThere's a home, there's a well,There's a ringin' of the bellSo tonight we feast on treasuresThat they could never sellSpirit Satan, spirits flyThrough the windows see the skyWhere the moon calls out for slumberBut mischief, joy and mightSo our weapons seem not much to showBut they don't kill, they only help us growNo, they don't killWe've got our weapons, we brew a mighty aleThe dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wailWe've our weapons, we bring them to the stonesThe rituals were beyond words of the wedding of earth and soulHey!There's a knock at the doorAnd I wonder who it's forYou got your walking stick readyThey're still at different shoresWith a mind in our headsAnd a heart in our chestsWith the world at our bootsOur hands hold the restI've seen the towers, they build on and upI've got the mirth already in my cupI've felt the winds, they try to bottle up and sell I've walked an earth that they could never killNo, we won't killThere's a hood around my shouldersAnd a banjo in my handsAs the notes rise like smoke ringsWith thee shall we danceThis is the flicker through the windowIt is warm in here, it beckonsWell, outside bites the winter airInside you'll find our weapons, weapons, weapons, hahaWe've got our weapons, we brew a mighty aleThe dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wailWe've our weapons, we bring them to the stonesThe rituals were beyond words with the wedding of earth and soulHey!So our weapons seem not much to showBut they don't kill, they only help us growSo our weapons seem not much to showBut they don't kill, they only help us growSo our weapons seem not much to showBut they don't kill, they only help us growSo our weapons seem not much to showBut they don't kill, they only help us grow


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