Mischief Brew Lucky No 31
Our father,
Have a Bloody Mary with the shadows in the valley that got hell to raise.
All hallowed haints and caco-demons,
Make the children runnin', screamin' 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, so drink until it's better,
For a night if never later, playin' 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
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.
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.
An anthem for the wicked, number for the twisted
Takin' Hallowe'en 'fore Christmas any day.
Gotta warn the Christian Soldiers: I think their time is over,
"Cause the Devil's gonna take 'em out on holiday.
Eh, la-bas!
