~Curse of Days~

03/10/2012

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~two of my younger brothers paroled from prison to a drug rehabilitation facility~PEER ONE~
~me & the boys packed up our gear & went to play for the inmates~
~this is a song we wrote specifically for that gig~
~Curse of Days~
(live cut)

~life don’t teach, amount to much~
~children, it’s a slice of bread~
~it don’t hurt when the fist comes down~
~drop you to your knees, your head~
~something breaking deep inside~
~children, take your breath away~
~fear is borne, ain’t no good to cry~
~born into a curse of days~


~growing up, a battleground~
~children, it’s a slice of hell~
~detention, take your punishment~
~no one gets inside your shell~
~walls grow thick & deep & wide~
~children, hide your love away~
~bite the sky, any helping hand~
~go messin’ with your curse of days~


~tattooed tear, a pound of flesh~
~children, it’s a man, a cage~
~ain’t nothin’ like that closin’ door~
~make temper, set the lines of rage~
~angel call it, a whistle down~
~children, he got dues to pay~
~sun don’t shine on the prison man~
~living out his curse of days~


~line moves slow, a lady cries~
~children, it’s a loaded gun~
~she can’t stop~
~yeah, she kiss his face~
~the dead eyes of her fallen son~
~ya move along~
~we plant ‘em deep~
~children, we got hands of clay~
~beginning & the in between~
~the end, we got our curse of days~


~life don’t teach, amount to much~
~children, it’s a slice of bread~
~it don’t hurt when the fist comes down~
~drop you to your knees, your head~
~some thing breaking deep inside~
~children, take your breath away~
~fear is borne, ain’t no good to cry~
~born into a curse of days~

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~Curse of Days~ (live cut)

07/09/2011

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~two of my younger brothers paroled from prison to a drug rehabilitation facility~ ~PEER 1~me & the boys packed up our gear & went to play for the inmates~
~this is a song we wrote specifically for that gig~

life don’t teach, amount to much
children, it’s a slice of bread
it don’t hurt when the fist comes down
drop you to your knees, your head
some thing breaking deep inside
children, take your breath away
fear is borne, ain’t no good to cry
born into a curse of days

growing up, a battleground
children, it’s a slice of hell
detention, take your punishment
no one gets inside your shell
walls grow thick, deep, and wide
children, hide your love away
bite the sky, any helping hand
go messin’ with your curse of days

tattooed tear, a pound of flesh
children, it’s a man, a cage
ain’t nothin’ like that closin’ door
make temper, set the lines of rage
angel call it, a whistle down
children, he got dues to pay
sun don’t shine on the prison man
living out his curse of days

line moves slow, a lady cries
children, it’s a loaded gun
she can’t stop,
yeah, she kiss his face
the dead eyes of her fallen son
ya move along,
we plant ‘em deep
children, we got hands of clay
beginning and the in between
the end, we got our curse of days

life don’t teach, amount to much
children, it’s a slice of bread
It don’t hurt when the fist comes down
drop you to your knees, your head
some thing breaking deep inside
children, take your breath away
fear is borne, ain’t no good to cry
born into a curse of days
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