Lucky Number 31 - Mischief Brew

Our Father

Have a bloody Mary

With the shadows in the valley that got hell to raise

All hallowed haints and caco-daemons

Make the children running, screaming down the ways and lanes

Gather like fish in a barrel

May we eat until we’re fatter

And feel no shame

It’s a party, hey, so drink until it’s better

For a night if never later

Playing backwards games

So break the right hand off and leave the left wing for me

If I had religion

Sabbath to keep sacred

I would say the devil’s raising on an autumn day

Warn the Christian soldiers, their silent sons and daughters

That the devil’s gonna take 'em out on holiday

On fire

And full of lucky numbers

You are one and we are several

I will stand as you admire

All liars

All dressed up together

Last hurrah before the winter brings its stakes and wires

A cider!

One more round together

Time to hit the town forever

Or to crawl away and die

So break the right wing off and leave the left hand be

An anthem for the wicked

Number for the twisted

Taking Halloween 'fore Christmas anyday

Gotta warn the Christian soliders I think their time is over

Cause the devil’s gonna take 'em out on holiday

Eh, la-bas!