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Hunters & Collectors Curse
Good evening friends Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday Come on and slap your hands There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our town After the storm, after the fire Don't teach your boys to kill And when is the storm? When is the fire? When all your women are still I say when all your women are still Curse it hard, curse it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood I say curse it hard, curse it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood Neighbourhood And I took a blanket And I wrapped it around her, around her sweet old head Down in the river, that's where I found her Now pretty soon now she's going to be dead So after the storm, after the fire Don't teach your boys to kill Hear me, when is the storm? When is the fire? When all your women are still I say when all your women are still So curse it hard, curse it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood Curse it hard, curse it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood Hear me, neighbourhood Neighbourhood Good evening friends Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday Come on and slap your hands There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our town After the storm, after the fire Don't teach your boys to kill When is the storm? When is the fire? When all your women are still So curse it hard, curse it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood Hear me spank it hard, spank it good Make a lesson and nail its hide to the neighbourhood I say neighbourhood In my neighbourhood Neighbourhood
