there was a knocking at my door it s the dreaded landlord he wants his rent he wants it now and 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 tapping 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 they d otherwise do nothing and i made a thousand things today i m sure i ll never use there was a ringing on my bell i picked it up to answer they said they were my comrade but they couldn t say my name so i asked em bout 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 the sound of someone singing i got an invitation once from liberty they had a mischief brew but no goblets were used besting rum or porter tis a liquor never brewed never brewed there was a rapping at my door it s the dreaded policeman he had a ticket to enter signed by fools at stanford laws he questioned me on politics and scorned my generation for not respecting elders and the land s authority so 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 to things i don t use for i m off into the forest for a liquor never brewed today i m are following the sound of someone singing i got an invitation once from liberty they had a mischief brew but no goblets were used besting rum or porter tis a liquor never brewed never brewed 