O, Pennsyltucky! - Mischief Brew

We sat on the boat rocks

With plum wine and we’d watch

The fog roll in, swallow the bridge on the bay

I thought I could live here

But I’m still in high-gear

And sweating and freezing three-thousand away

O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands

The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway

I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you

And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA

Where we all come from

Most died of the Black Lung

Another, a browbeater, boxer, and saint

When he finally got caught

The cops made a few calls

They opened his cell, never fought him again

O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands

The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway

I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you

And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA

And old Filthadelph Hostile City, PA

Wake me when steel city’s

Road work signs shine in my face

(whoo!)

Now I’m safe

Was that a peepshow

With drive-thru windows?

The gun show’s got carousels and funnel cakes

It says «Church» in neon

And asks me what’s beyond

If I had to guess, I’d say more of the same

O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands

The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway

I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you

And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA

O Pennsyltucky!

How your coal fires rumble!

I’d love just to leave you

But its great to see you

And old filthadelph, hostile city, PA