Mischief Brew Punx Win
Roll into town,
And it's not long
Before I start to dig
For all the bones,
And buried stories
'neath the golden streets.
'cause I can never shake
The feeling that they're trying
To pull one over on you and me.
Creep into town,
And it's not long
Before i start to roam.
Seek out the patches on the punx,
Maybe a band I know.
I bet you in five minutes time,
We find that we know all the same
People, places, and roads.
And its not long before I start to feel,
That somehow I can never leave home.
Cross this county
Its not long,
Before i start to feel
Like dinner time's become a crime
To spin the thorns and wheels.
It makes me wonder why we rebels
Make a holiday of every single meal.
And when we find amazing places,
Cheap burritos, magic spices,
It's like hey, wish you were here.
Poison river,
Got a paddle,
And I'll never ,
Leave without ya.
Leave without ya.
So, I collect these crumpled,
Beer-stained flyers,
Seven-inches, photographs,
All your old letters that remind me
To look down and back.
Its then I realize our romance
Has its roots in one sub-humans patch.
So when I'm feeling like its time for bed,
The game is done,
Its all been raided, jailed,
And busted, and the weasels won,
I find a batch of kids thinking things,
I never thought when I was young.
This songs a weapon,
Defense against the dying years
That anytime you feel,
Every story's been spun.
Poison river,
Got a paddle,
And ill never,
Leave without ya.
Poison river,
Got a paddle,
And ill never,
Leave without ya.
Leave without ya.
Oh I'll never ,
Leave without ya.
La da da daa.
La da da daa.
Poison river,
Got a paddle,
And I'll never,
Leave without ya.
