Mischief Brew – Patches For The Virgin House Punks (Guitar)

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There was a house in Baltimore, patched up shelter in a storm

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The rent was nothin and the beer was   cheap

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Sunday, Monday, Friday nights, the world was sweet in black and white

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So drink your way into our family

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Good friends were we, good songs we'd sing, bad food but hey, two out of three

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While the world was at war we were at peace

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Start the pickup, pile inside, look to the polluted sky

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Us atheists met God on those   nights   they'd say

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them rise up basement shows

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Outside the house the masses mourned, we blamed gluttony and lust and war

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Yet nowhere could you ever find more

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Sometimes we come out in the light, so out of place without the night

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And all the tables froze as we walked by   And they’d Say

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them rise up basement shooooooooows

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So I go back to Baltimore, the house moved on, it closed its doors

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Friends turned into lovers, strangers, foes

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Now things are not so black and white, the world is not so wrong or right

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The music's not so wild and confined

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There was a house in Baltimore, no matter how much down your throat you poured

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You remember better not pass out on the floor

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So I try to fall back into sleep, slip into the same sweet dream

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But it's time we lay this tattered cloth to sleep   So they say

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them, I gotta hold my nose

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  I look at them patches on their clothes

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  I look at them rise up basement shooooooooows