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mischief brew - mr. crumb كلمات الأغنية

crumb, a salty man
chased the children off his land
swore he’d never wear a tie
used to tell our mother why
his walls were twisted frames
perfect in their out-of-place
every ch-r- a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

crumb, a solo act
only one to stab a back
swore he’d never wear a tag
and fill up someone’s shopping bag
curse a second trip
screaming babies, d-mn kids
creep around, seal the cracks
from the wicked social draft
every ch-r- a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

crumb, drop the tools
cobbler finally made his shoes
swore he’d never wear a suit
and fetch the coins the bosses threw
in the forest, on the farm
earned the muscle in his arm
no blood in his wine
never gave the lords a dime
creep around, seal the cracks
from the wicked social draft
every ch-r- a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

and when he goes
he wants to die alone
he’ll dig his own d-mn hole
and said don’t spend a thing
and carry on
leaving me alone
scratched on the stone:
p-ssed off and dead and free

crumb, a dying man
what’s the use, his only stance
swore he’d never wear a gown
in no ward would he go down
and just as he had always said
he dug his own d-mn grave
and there you’ll find him every night
waiting just to fall inside
no blood in his wine
never gave the lords a dime
creep around, seal the cracks
from the wicked social draft
every ch-r- a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

- mischief brew

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