Mischief Brew
Mr. Crumb
Crumb, a salty manChased the children off his landSwore he'd never wear a tieUsed to tell our mother whyHis walls were twisted framesPerfect in their out-of-placeEvery chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at nightCrumb, a solo actOnly one to stab a backSwore he'd never wear a tagAnd fill up someone's shopping bagCurse a second tripScreaming babies, damn kidsCreep around, seal the cracksFrom the wicked social draftEvery chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at nightCrumb, drop the toolsCobbler finally made his shoesSwore he'd never wear a suitAnd fetch the coins the bosses threwIn the forest, on the farmEarned the muscle in his armNo blood in his wineNever gave the lords a dimeLetras de cancionesCreep around, seal the cracksFrom the wicked social draftEvery chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at nightAnd when he goesHe wants to die aloneHe'll dig his own damn holeAnd said don't spend a thingAnd carry onLeaving me aloneScratched on the stone:Pissed off and dead and freeCrumb, a dying manWhat's the use, his only stanceSwore he'd never wear a gownIn no ward would he go downAnd just as he had always saidHe dug his own damn graveAnd there you'll find him every nightWaiting just to fall insideNo blood in his wineNever gave the lords a dimeCreep around, seal the cracksFrom the wicked social draftEvery chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night
From Letras Mania