Curse the times that blow
Curse the times that blow
Curse the times that blow
Cross your heart and soul
I can feel their trace
I can feel their trace
I can feel their trace
Deep into my face
Curse the times that run
Curse the times that run
Curse the times that run
Back from where they've come
I can hear the steps
I can hear the steps
I can hear the steps
Breathing down my neck
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
From the spinning loom
From the fading room
From the sweeping doom
Escape'em on my broom
Curse the times that roll
Curse the times that roll
Curse the times that roll
Over flesh and bone
They will never stop
They will never stop
They will never stop
Always one more drop
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
From the cold machine
From the marching team
From the magazine
Escape into my dreams