On these countless men
Curses on their trespasses
Will they never end?
Curses on their blades
On the spare and open lanes
Once I've been searching
Recipe acclaim (??)
Curses on their children
Runnin all around
Makin such a business
While I'm rusting in the ground
I might rise up to meet them
When they leave this life
Might rise up to eat them
When they leave this life
Curses on this valley
And the lands on up ahead
I was on my way to meet them
When they found me dead
And I clapped my brittle hands
And I made them join my game
Now I hope they all decease
And marry a man in shame
Curse every word
That's planted on their lips
Curse the sleek machine
And their iron colored ships
Curse every wave that
Pounds a wicked shore
Curse every salesman
Knocking on their door
And I am not a creature
And I am not a dog
I have no claim to be there
In the evening fog
And I am not a bone
Staring through the air
Have no say in anything
My tongue is barely there
Curses on curses
I see no other way
Some of them are weeping
And some of them gay
Some of them have worn
So deep they feel no pain
Curses on their fingers
Curses on their brains
Curses I send On these countless men Curses on their trespasses Will they never end? Curses on their blades On the spare and open lanes Once I've been searching Recipe acclaim (??) Curses on their children Runnin all around Makin such a business While I'm rusting in the ground I might rise up to meet them When they leave this life Might rise up to eat them When they leave this life Curses on this valley And the lands on up ahead I was on my way to meet them When they found me dead And I clapped my brittle hands And I made them join my game Now I hope they all decease And marry a man in shame Curse every word That's planted on their lips Curse the sleek machine And their iron colored ships Curse every wave that Pounds a wicked shore Curse every salesman Knocking on their door And I am not a creature And I am not a dog I have no claim to be there In the evening fog And I am not a bone Staring through the air Have no say in anything My tongue is barely there Curses on curses I see no other way Some of them are weeping And some of them gay Some of them have worn So deep they feel no pain Curses on their fingers Curses on their brains Explain Request ×
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