Mischief Brew - Labor day massacre

^GBrother, you ^Dknow we're all ^Gin this al^Cone, Take ^Cwhat you can ^Gget, break ^Dall but your b^Dones And when they f^Ginally ^Dask you "well, ^Gwhat have you ^Cdone?" Say "^Clife is a g^Game and I've ^Dwon, yes I've ^Gwon. Say "^Clife is a ^Dgame and I've ^Gwon!"

You gave the ^Gasphalt a ^Dheave and then ^Glooked back at ^Cme, Said "^Cthat is a ^Gword from the ^Dwise ones ind^Deed" 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 "^Gliving" and "^Cwage" You say "^CI made my ^Ghouse outta ^Dmud, so should ^Gthey. 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 ^Gstir up the ^Deight 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 "^CI'll never ^Gburst from this ^Dbox that I'm ^Din!" 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 If the ^Gfortunate ^Dson really ^Gw

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ants 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 "^Gbrother, you ^Dknow, we're all ^Gin this a^Clone Take ^Cwhat you can ^Gget, break a^Dll but your b^Dones And when they f^Ginally ^Dask us well ^Gwhat have you d^Cone?" Say "^Clife is a ^Dgame and I'm ^Gdone!"