Mr. Crumb Lyrics

Crumb, a salty man
Chased the children off his land
Swore he'd never wear a tie
Used to tell our mother why
His walls were twisted frames
Perfect in their out-of-place
Every chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

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Crumb, a solo act
Only one to stab a back
Swore he'd never wear a tag
And fill up someone's shopping bag
Curse a second trip
Screaming babies, damn kids
Creep around, seal the cracks
From the wicked social draft
Every chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

Crumb, drop the tools
Cobbler finally made his shoes
Swore he'd never wear a suit
And fetch the coins the bosses threw
In the forest, on the farm
Earned the muscle in his arm
No blood in his wine
Never gave the lords a dime
Creep around, seal the cracks
From the wicked social draft
Every chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night

And when he goes
He wants to die alone
He'll dig his own damn hole
And said don't spend a thing
And carry on
Leaving me alone
Scratched on the stone:
Pissed off and dead and free

Crumb, a dying man
What's the use, his only stance
Swore he'd never wear a gown
In no ward would he go down
And just as he had always said
He dug his own damn grave
And there you'll find him every night
Waiting just to fall inside
No blood in his wine
Never gave the lords a dime
Creep around, seal the cracks
From the wicked social draft
Every chore a leaky pipe stealing from his sleep at night