Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me Rapping at the chapel door Sweeping up an enemy’s floor Do not touch or make a sound Keep your eyes upon the ground Read your countless volumes Shunned your many sins But I cannot find salvation In the rattlin’ of your tins Chorus I wish good to your children And their own children, too But your armor will not fit me Although, fine, it’s suiting you A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown So many names and dates to know Books upon the books are stacked To get something so simple back We’re talkin’ revolution But spirals not the spins Where you fall down, dizzy And forget where to begin Chorus Turn your blessings into weapons And hold them before your chest To you and all your comrades I only wish the best We may not meet again For we are treading separate trails But I’ll cast off and think of you On seas or roads or rails Hit chords hard, with power: From chapels to the armies Magician to the knave You either blaze your own trail Or you’re diggin’ yer own grave Chorus End on A --MiScHiEf BrEw--