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come all ye sons and daughters of the Seagram's Revolution, drumming unsteadily on

/empty kegs and marching to broken bottles and crushed cans.

/hurrah hurrah,

/come all ye sons and daughters of the Whiskey Miners, sloshing in bile soaked knee-

/high boots and sinking pick-axes into amber livers.

/deeper and deeper we go

/come all ye sons and daughters of the 32nd High Life Cavalry, loading rusted aluminum

/rifles with bourbon shots and staggering to attention.

/get some

/come all ye sons and daughters of the Franzia Carpenters, crafting crosses of empty casks

/to crucify their false brothers and fathers.

/i am the true vine

/come all ye sons and daughters of the Gin Welders, screwdriving turrets and blasting

/molten lager into cracked skulls left hidden in the basement.

/we all drift down

/come all ye sons and daughters of the Karkov Roofers, purging closed-casket gutters

/of mangled leaves and pale ale rainwater into the gasping mouths waiting below.

/hurrah hurrah

/come all ye sons and daughters, come have a drink to us.