There was a knockin’ at my door    It’s the dreaded landlord    He wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how    He left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here.    And we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed.      There was a tappin’ on my back   It’s the dreaded foreman   I think I see a smile through his teeth and his cigar   He put my hands to work and said I'd otherwise do nothin’    And I made a thousand things today, I’m sure I’ll never use.      There was a ringin’ on my phone   I picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade.   But they couldn’t say my name   So I asked them about the sun and moon   And what their thoughts on time were   They hung it up in madness and went on to punch the clock      And somewhere there’s a sound of someone singing    I got an invitation once to liberty    They had a mischief brew but, no goblets were used   Besting rum or porter ’tis a liquor never brewed.       There was a knockin’ at my door   It’s the dreaded policemen   He had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford laws   And he questioned me on politics and scorned my generation   For not respecting elders and lands authority      When the landlord came to knock,    I said “Come back tomorrow    There’s more life I’ll be living than just slaving for your wage    And to the troop and foreman.    Make yourself the things I don’t use.    For I’m off into the forest for a liquor never brewed!”      And somewhere there’s a sound of someone singing    I got an invitation once to liberty    They had a mischief brew but, no goblets were used   Besting rum or porter ’tis a liquor never brewed