I have been libelled as a wanderer, This is not the case.
I have home, its 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
power over me today, But there are forces in this world
That can take all of that 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.
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