There was a knockin' at my door It's the dreaded landlord He wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how He left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here. And we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed. There was a tappin' 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 work and said I'd otherwise do nothin' And I made a thousand things today, I'm sure I'll never use. There was a ringin' on my phone I picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade. But they couldn't say my name So I asked them 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. There was a knockin' at my door It's the dreaded policemen He had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford laws And he questioned me on politics and scorned my generation For not respecting elders and lands authority When the landlord came to knock, I said "Come back tomorrow There's more life I'll be living than just slaving for 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!" 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