The Traveller’s Curse

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