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Jobs In Steeltown
04:45
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Well once upon a time, this town had a name
Built the girders for the buildings that you climb everyday
But the well went dry and the crops all died
Now there ain't much to show you but a highway sign
But I swear to that statue in the square
That there used to be something there
But now there ain't no jobs in steeltown
Not anymore
No jobs in steeltown
No not anymore
Well, businessman in business suit
He used lots of big words like "economic" and "boom"
There's tons of waste that needs a place
Well, we've got the money if you've got the space
And besides, you need to be revitalized
And your workers need Nine-To-Fives
And hey, it's good for jobs in steeltown
Not like before
More jobs in steeltown
No, not like before
Well it once was steel, now it's iron bars
They need food-spooners, janitors, and prison guards
And they look out and I look in
Sometimes I forget who the prisoner is
But it's fine cause their numbers are on the rise
Bad bad guy's got another side
And hey, it's good for jobs in steeltown
For the working and poor
For jobs in steeltown
For the working and poor
From Wall Street to Main Street
To the yet-to-be-named street
Child, connect the dots and see
We all live on the same street
Well, the day's gonna come when the well goes dry
The executives will pack up and say goodbye
And they'll smile and wave
And we'll say, "Wait!
You forgot your pile of toxic waste!"
Hey, we got families to raise
This is where I gotta plant my grave
But no, there ain't no jobs
No there ain't no jobs in steeltown
Not anymore
Not like before
For the working and poor
No jobs in steeltown
No not anymore
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The Barrel
04:29
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My candy shop's a factory left in the woods to die
Beneath this settled dust, a fertile field of treasure lies
We the scavengers are hunting for the beautiful decay
From the bottom of the barrel
At the market for the fleas
Stale boxcars on their railroads
Won over by the weeds
Raid the scrapyard like a garden
Wring life from rusty bones
My candy shop is a vacant lot
Where anything may grow
Weeping clowns with cracklin' brows piled in the old arcade
Now the children are all workers still dreaming about play
While the freaks stomp through the wasteland
Pulling flowers from the graves
Like a vessel underwater
Old mills and broken glass
Like a pick-up in the backyard
Tree winding through the cab
This takes me down the backroads
From the mansion to the shack
From the bottom of the barrel
Here's something someone saved
And we bring it to the table
Wonder what we're gonna make
Your scrapyard, my garden
Or so the saying goes
You turn water into dead things
And I'll make the dead things grow
Make the dead things grow
Make the dead things grow
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Emerging from the undead ashes of PA punk troupe The Orphans, Mischief Brew started with a scratchy demo tape in 2000 and has since spread the good word of anarchy, hilarity, and rebellion across state lines and even the Atlantic Ocean a few times. We've managed to exist for over 13 years in one form or another by kissing nobody's ass and doing everything ourselves, for the most part. No rules! ... more
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