My brother Esau killed the hunter back in 1969   Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine   When at first my brother walked away before a weary band   Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land      Our father favored Esau, he was eager to obey   All the wild commandments, the old man shot his way   But all this ended when my brother failed at war   He staggered home and found me in the door      Esau, he's on roller skates today   And he make a statement to someone in L.A.   Sometimes at night I dream, he's still that hairy man   Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land      Esau holds the blessing, brother Esau holds the curse   I was thinking that the blame was mine   But suspected something worse   The more my brother looks like me, the more I understand      The silent war it bloodied both our hands   Sometimes at night I think I understand   None of us can win outside that dream, still that hairy man   Well, sometimes at night I think I understand   Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land