I have been libelled as a wanderer, This is not the case.
I have home, its just that it¹s an Inconvenient place (right now).
"None is too many of that kind." I overhear you say,
You make some markings on the page And stamp and seal my fate.
I regret now to inform you Who refuse to aid my plight,
Bad luck will come to those who deny The travellers their rights.
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The Traveller¹s Curse.
Who can deny your moral right To prosperity and order?
You fell out of your mother¹s cunt
On the correct side of the border.
And your cuntfall gives you all of this
And power over me today, But there are forces in this world
That can take all of that away (in a second).
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The Traveller¹s Curse.
Don¹t be misled and think this curse Is mine to make or lift,
You put it on yourself, It¹s not my place to bend and sift
Your conscience or your character, Your luck is all your own.
Good luck with that, I leave you now, But you¹ll never be alone.
All of my pity upon you, All of my pity upon you,
My luck can only get better, Yours is bound to be worse,
Now I see it upon you: The Traveller¹s Curse.