Tác giả : Beck
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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