I have been libelled as a wanderer This is not the case I have a home, it's just that It's 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 Traveller's Curse.
Who can deny your moral right To prosperity and order? You fell out of your mother's 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 make all that fall 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 Traveller's Curse.
Don't be misled and think this curse Is mine to make or lift You put it on yourself It's 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 you'll never be alone.
With 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 Traveller's Curse.