When the sky opens wide And the late winter rain goes wild I don't like it And I curse God to His face And I say to myself And to anyone else who will listen Save yourselves Or hang yourselves But I am leaving this wretched place But when you call down curses On the God That made you You play hide and seek with trouble Trouble's gonna find you too
When the ship finds land And they throw me onto the sand There's a guy With a rifle Waiting there And I say To nobody listening "This is fine by me" And ideas fly through my mind The sweat cakes my hair When you call down curses On the God That made you You play hide and seek with trouble Yes, the trouble's gonna find you too