[Verse 1]
From a pious west
To the wooded north
Where the real freaks live
In the east
They're beating out a line
They’re kicking in a hole
They're beating out a line
Kicking in a hole
In the sides of the brazen bull
A calf of gold
Champagne bath half-full
Dignity or toil
Syndicate or gang
Rose and thorn
Not all of them on pills
A chant from the end of the bar
Being reborn
In this soil, in this ground
[Chorus]
The Michigan hammers
Are on their way
A chant from the end of the bar
Not all of them on pills
Break apart the surface lot
From a pious west
To the wooded north
Where the real freaks live
In the east
They're beating out a line
They’re kicking in a hole
They're beating out a line
Kicking in a hole
In the sides of the brazen bull
A calf of gold
Champagne bath half-full
Dignity or toil
Syndicate or gang
Rose and thorn
Not all of them on pills
A chant from the end of the bar
Being reborn
In this soil, in this ground
[Chorus]
The Michigan hammers
Are on their way
A chant from the end of the bar
Not all of them on pills
Break apart the surface lot
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