You might think you’re cursed But what’s so much worse Is the knowledge that you are When you’re cursed with a love That is buried so deep That you can’t dig it out of you
When your crystal ball Is a (tiring wall???) And the road is a dark book end You know what remains Is what needs maintain But your temper is not your friend
Take it easy on my now my brothers Take it easy on my now my brothers
Well their games are driving you up the wall And they’re wearing you like a crown But you’re jar trapped bees And it’s plain to see That you can’t tell what’s up or down
Take it easy on my now my brothers Take it easy on my now my brothers
Well it’s no surprise In those steel blue eyes I can still see some flecks of fear But you’ve grown up fast So forget the past And just hurry yourself from here
Take it easy on me now my brothers Take it easy on my now my brothers Take it easy on my now my brothers Take it easy on my now my brothers