Текст песни Beck - Curses
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Curses I sendOn these countless menCurses on their trespassesWill they never end? Curses on their bladesOn the spare and open lanesOnce Ive been searchingRecipe acclaim (? ? )Curses on their childrenRunnin all aroundMakin such a businessWhile Im rusting in the groundI might rise up to meet themWhen they leave this lifeMight rise up to eat themWhen they leave this lifeCurses on this valleyAnd the lands on up aheadI was on my way to meet themWhen they found me deadAnd I clapped my brittle handsAnd I made them join my gameNow I hope they all deceaseAnd marry a man in shameCurse every wordThats planted on their lipsCurse the sleek machineAnd their iron colored shipsCurse every wave thatPounds a wicked shoreCurse every salesmanKnocking on their doorAnd I am not a creatureAnd I am not a dogI have no claim to be thereIn the evening fogAnd I am not a boneStaring through the airHave no say in anythingMy tongue is barely thereCurses on cursesI see no other waySome of them are weepingAnd some of them gaySome of them have wornSo deep they feel no painCurses on their fingersCurses on their brains