The Stone Operation by Mischief Brew It was somewhere in the suburbs of Philadelphia. A house was gutted, added onto six times its weight. About a week to go until the move-in date, And everybody runnin' in a six-day race. There was bangin', there was buzzin' everybody on their knees. "Runnin' behind," everyone can agree. Yet Four O'Clock arrive and someone brought back a case, And the power went out in the whole damn place. From the Foreman to the laborers to the migrants to me: "Stop drop and wrap up, pull up a bucket, have a seat." Tattered T's and ragged jeans all gathered around, Finally sayin' somethin' more than, "Move your van, I'm pullin' out." And there was something all of us had seen: The owner was a creep, something greedy stuck in his teeth. You see, anybody that needs a nine-car garage with heat Ain't never was and never will be no friend to me. We're singin', "Prop...