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There’s a hole in the wall

There’s a light down the hall

There’s a pest in the system

So we’ll surely see it stall

There’s a knife in my pouch

And a hammer in my belt

There’s a pot on the fire

So they joy’s yet to be felt

There’s a home, there’s a well

There’s a ringin' of the bell

So tonight we feast on treasures

That they could never sell

Spirits sing, spirits fly

Through the windows see the sky

Where the moon calls out for slumber

But mischief, joy and might

So our weapons seem not much to show

But they don’t kill, they only help us grow

No, they don’t kill

We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale

The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail

We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones

The rituals were beyond words

Of the wedding of earth and soul

Hey!

There’s a knock at the door

And I wonder who it’s for

You got your walking stick ready

They’re still at different shores

With a mind in our heads

And a heart in our chests

With the world at our boots

Our hands hold the rest

I’ve seen the towers, they build on and up

I’ve got the mirth already in my cup

I’ve felt the winds, they try to bottle up and sell

I’ve walked an earth that they could never kill

No, we won’t kill

There’s a hood around my shoulders

And a banjo in my hands

As the notes rise like smoke rings

With thee shall we dance

This is the flicker through the window

It is warm in here, it beckons

Well, outside bites the winter air

Inside you’ll find our weapons, weapons, weapons, haha

We’ve got our weapons, we brew a mighty ale

The dead are dancing on the graves as drums and fiddles wail

We’ve our weapons, we bring them to the stones

The rituals were beyond words with the wedding of earth and soul

Hey!

So our weapons seem not much to show

But they don’t kill, they only help us grow

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