A Liquor Never Brewed

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