There was a knockin’ at my door nIt’s the dreaded landlord nHe wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how nHe left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here. nAnd we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed.nnThere was a tappin’ on my backnIt’s the dreaded foremannI think I see a smile through his teeth and his cigarnHe put my hands to work and said I'd otherwise do nothin’ nAnd I made a thousand things today, I’m sure I’ll never use.nnThere was a ringin’ on my phonenI picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade.nBut they couldn’t say my namenSo I asked them about the sun and moonnAnd what their thoughts on time werenThey hung it up in madness and went on to punch the clockn nAnd somewhere there’s a sound of someone singing nI got an invitation once to liberty nThey had a mischief brew but, no goblets were usednBesting rum or porter ’tis a liquor never brewed. nnThere was a knockin’ at my doornIt’s the dreaded policemennHe had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford lawsnAnd he questioned me on politics and scorned my generationnFor not respecting elders and lands authoritynnWhen the landlord came to knock, nI said “Come back tomorrow nThere’s more life I’ll be living than just slaving for your wage nAnd to the troop and foreman. nMake yourself the things I don’t use. nFor I’m off into the forest for a liquor never brewed!”n nAnd somewhere there’s a sound of someone singing nI got an invitation once to liberty nThey had a mischief brew but, no goblets were usednBesting rum or porter ’tis a liquor never brewed