Mischief Brew - Labor day massacre

^GBrother, you ^Dknow we're all ^Gin this al^Cone, Take ^Cwhat you can ^Dget, break ^Call but your b^Dones And when they f^Ginally ^Dask you "w^Gell, what have^C you done?" Say &^Cquot;life i^Gs a game and ^DI've won, yes ^GI've won. Say &^Cquot;life ^Dis a game and ^GI've won!"

You gave the ^Gasphalt a ^Dheave and then ^Glooked back at ^Cme, Said &^Cquot;that ^Dis a word from^C the wise one^Ds indeed" When you've ^Gbeen here this ^Dlong, one ^Gday you be^Clong One ^Cday you wake ^Gup and for^Dget what seemed ^Gwrong. And the ^Gfirst day of ^DMay, well it ^Gquietly passed ^Dby, And the ^Gbosses still ^Creign five to ^Dnine. And you ^Gcurse when I ^Dsay words like &^Gquot;living&q^Cuot; and "wage" You say &^Cquot;I mad^Ge my house o^Dutta mud, so sh^Gould they. Now the ^Gball field is ^Dlevel, let's p^Glay!"

I ^Gthink of the ^Dbullets, the ^Gblood, and the ^Crage That ^Cwent in there to ^Dstir up the ^Ceight hour ^Dday Seems the ^Gmasters have ^Dfound themselves ^Gnew rats to ^Ccage And the ^Cprice for a ^Dunion is ^Ggreat

Well they ^Ggave her a ^Draise so they ^Graised up her ^Crent She says &^Cquot;I'll n^Dever burst from ^Cthis box that^D I'm in!" But she's ^Gtoo scared to ^Dtalk, to step ^Goff the side^Cwalk, So she ^Cshrugs it all ^Goff as the ^Dluck of the d^Graw

And the ^Glabor you ^Dcry that's been ^Grobbed from your ^Ckind With d^Cirt on your hands and s^Dweat in your eyes G D G- If the fortunate son really wants to eat dust, C G. D Well I'm sure there's a good chance he'll be hired There's a ^Gmillion ^Cstories^G of the ^Ccrimes left to ^Drot But I ^Gnever will r^Caise as ^Glong as I ^Csleep on the ^Djob Oh yeah, you say &^Gquot;brother,^D you know, we're^G all in t^Chis alone Take ^Cwhat you can ^Dget, break a^Cll but your b^Dones And when they f^Ginally ^Dask us well ^Gwhat have you d^Cone?" Say &^Cquot;life ^Dis a game and^G I'm done!"