Drinking Song From The Home Stretch - Mischief Brew

It was somewhere in the suburbs of Philadelphia

A house was gutted, added onto six times its weight

About a week to go until the move-in date

And everybody runnin' in a six-day race

There was bangin', there was buzzin'

Everybody on their knees

Running behind, everyone can agree

Yet four o’clock arrived and someone brought back a case

And the power went out in the whole damn place

Property is theft until the thieves are away

If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained

For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain

And drinking on private land

From the foreman to the laborers to the migrants to me

Stop drop and wrap up, pull up a bucket, have a seat

Tattered T’s and ragged jeans all gathered around

Finally sayin' something more than, «Move your van, I’m pullin' out.»

And there was something all of us had seen

The owner was a creep

Something greedy stuck in his teeth

You see, anyone that needs a nine-car garage with heat

Ain’t never was and never will be no friend to me

We’re singing

Property is theft until the thieves are away

If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained

For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain

And drinking on private land

Well, toss the empties in the garden

The scapers will scrape 'em out when they come back to dig in

Maybe leave a cap beneath the root

As proof that we exist, oh my

Well a foreman and a painter laugh and they find some solid ground

Seems they both hail from the same bars

Side of tracks and side of town

You know, come to think of it

We’ll all make lefts out of the driveway today

You-know-who makes a right and speeds away

Well, I say cheers

With our cold sweaty beers

We won’t be allowed around here

When those gates all close

And then security takes the wheel

But that’s another time and we’ll be on another job

Just don’t call me, man, when your joints crack

And your pipes all clog

I scrape off my watch

And if the boss calls, I’ll say «we're drinking on private land!»

Oh yeah!

Property is theft until the thieves are away

If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained

For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain

And drinking on private land

One more time!

Property is theft until the thieves are away

If we did this in a month, we’d be arrested and detained

For draggin' all our brains beyond the barbed wire chain

And…

Drinking on private, drinking on private, drinking on private

Land