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