Curse Hunters & Collectors

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
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
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
Neighbourhood
Neighbourhood

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
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
Hear me, neighbourhood
Neighbourhood
Neighbourhood