New Model Army - Curse Lyrics
Another foggy night in hometownCruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or twoI guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old daysWhen across the bar I caught a glimpse of youSometimes they ask me why I don't sit with youI guess they'll never understandI don't need to have my heart broken another timeOr to have to shake your useless wasted handSo tell me - what do you dream about?And tell me - how do you shut it all out?And how do you live with yourself now?And I hope that she's really happy nowNow she's got her cake and she went and ate him tooHeads down, out on 47 Poison StreetWith all the ghosts just sitting there with youBeethoven - he was a deaf manAnd Jesus Christ was a JewBut of all those little twists of irony -My favourite one is youAnd if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one secondThen if you weren't already there, I would tell you to go to hellBut if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for youIt would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourselfSo tell me - what do you dream about?And tell me - how do you shut it all out?And how do you live with yourself now?What do you dream about?And how the hell do you shut it all out?And what do you feel about it now?
