Vagabond Soul

Milwaukee

wrapped up in the pangs of silence
limp unhappy and completely clueless

exaggerate your worth with prize
build the empire without supplies

here blows ol' Jack the Razor
kills your sons and believes it a favour

death will always savour
spoiled meat that's just your flavor
oh oh oh Milwaukee
hail Milwaukee oh here's to Milwaukee

bloody bumpers and hunting attire
starved for vision like an old town crier

doctor place the stench in your mouth please
doctor place the stench in your mouth please
it's all wine
oh Milwaukee
hail Milwaukee

long live the old flesh