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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

Spirit Satan, 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
So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow

So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow
So our weapons seem not much to show
But they don't kill, they only help us grow
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      Spirit Satan, 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   So our weapons seem not much to show   But they don't kill, they only help us grow      So our weapons seem not much to show   But they don't kill, they only help us grow   So our weapons seem not much to show   But they don't kill, they only help us grow