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At darkest night, deep in the woods

A man in dungarees appears

He has a hat and cigarette

And he won't be leaving soon

He is known as the alchemist

The wise man and a good one too

With special formula he casts a spell

A spell of hangover on you

Moonshine

Let the renegades drink

Moonshine

What harm could it be?

The liquid flame, made from moon

Or potatoes, or some fruit

In steel keg, inside a shed

By all means it will be good

But watch with yeast, don't add too much

You don't want to, mess the hooch

Boil it slowly, then boil it fast

Or google how the fuck it's done

Moonshine

Let the renegades drink

Moonshine

What harm could it be?