Mischief Brew
Lucky Number 31
Our Father
Have a bloody Mary
With the shadows in the valley that got hell to raise
All hallowed haints and caco-daemons
Make the children running, screaming down the ways and lanes
Gather like fish in a barrel
May we eat until we're fatter
And feel no shame
It's a party, hey, so drink until it's better
For a night if never later
Playing backwards games
So break the right hand off and leave the left wing for me
If I had religion
Sabbath to keep sacred
I would say the devil's raising on an autumn day
Warn the Christian soldiers, their silent sons and daughters
That the devil's gonna take 'em out on holiday
On fire
And full of lucky numbers
You are one and we are several
I will stand as you admire
All liars
All dressed up together
Last hurrah before the winter brings its stakes and wires
A cider!
One more round together
Time to hit the town forever
Or to crawl away and die
So break the right wing off and leave the left hand be
An anthem for the wicked
Number for the twisted
Taking Halloween 'fore Christmas anyday
Gotta warn the Christian soliders I think their time is over
Cause the devil's gonna take 'em out on holiday
Eh, la-bas!