Mischief Brew Citizens Drive Lyrics

No one knows my politics like the postman
He brings me the radical rag
I bet the neighbors are wondering what I got in this bag.
They say the city virus broke its borders once again,
Fell down the lane,
Packed up and ran.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

There's an old crooked man in an old crooked house
He says I don't open up on all saints eve
You'll never know what devil might be waiting there to steal your TV.
As he sits to watch a story about another robbery
Turns on a light to stave off thieves.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.
The world is sick
I think its dying
I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.

Alive
In these houses locked inside
There's blood on the door and candlelight.

Night
Close your eyes and wish it bye
Call up the police to sing their lullabys.

Late
Our hero John Wayne
Put guns in our living rooms
Gates around our names
Gave us a face
To join up and hate
Keep Tiny Town pure and safe.

Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
In every one of us.
Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
In every one of us.

So put a yellow ribbon
On your exterminator
And head westward across the track.
Well I've got a dream
Where we all say see ya later
And never say welcome back.

I'm looking out the window down on Citizens Drive
Where all the elders are terrified
Will that be you and I?

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

The world is sick
I think it might die
I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.No one knows my politics like the postman He brings me the radical rag
I bet the neighbors are wondering what I got in this bag.
They say the city virus broke its borders once again,
Fell down the lane,
Packed up and ran.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

There's an old crooked man in an old crooked house
He says I don't open up on all saints eve
You'll never know what devil might be waiting there to steal your TV.
As he sits to watch a story about another robbery
Turns on a light to stave off thieves.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.
The world is sick
I think its dying
I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.

Alive
In these houses locked inside
There's blood on the door and candlelight.

Night
Close your eyes and wish it bye
Call up the police to sing their lullabys.

Late
Our hero John Wayne
Put guns in our living rooms
Gates around our names
Gave us a face
To join up and hate
Keep Tiny Town pure and safe.

Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
In every one of us.
Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
In every one of us.

So put a yellow ribbon
On your exterminator
And head westward across the track.
Well I've got a dream
Where we all say see ya later
And never say welcome back.

I'm looking out the window down on Citizens Drive
Where all the elders are terrified
Will that be you and I?

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.

The world is sick
I think it might die
I'll watch it go through these dusty blinds.