siren song of the construction yard

Children listen to me
I'm calling from the land beyond your street
A dusty realm of planks,  
Cement, bent fences
And grandaddies

Come you spartan warriors, soldiers, and knights
Clash upon my fields in dirt clod fights
Claim my naked frames of nails and drywall
To be your kingdoms 

Don't listen to your mother
She never cared
She never understood a word you said
She wanted you dead the day that you was born
But she never got her way

Calling all you soldiers, ninjas and thieves
All you pirate captains, men of the sea
Come sail upon my waves of tarp and plywood
Or drown in my weeds

Don’t listen to your teachers
They never cared
They’ll tell you one and one and one is three
But I've got the answers that you really need
Waving in the dusty breeze

Children rise from your sleep
Grab your water cannons and follow me
Into a land where you can truly be
Who you want to be

Don’t listen to your preacher
His heads in the clouds
He’ll tell you stories that you wouldn’t believe
But I've got more stories under naked eaves
Than he’ll ever have up his sleeve

Children listen to me
You won’t need your homework where you’ll be
In a land where everybody’s lazy
And everything is free

Music by ballman, georgis, ham, johnson, lyrics by johnson
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