My Brothers
You might think you’re cursedBut what’s so much worseIs the knowledge that you areWhen you're cursed with loveThat is buried so deepThat you can’t dig it out of youWhen your crystal ballIs a towering wallAnd the road is a dark book endYou know what remainsIs what needs maintainBut your temper is not your friend
ChorusTake it easy on me now, my brothersTake it easy on me now, my brothers
Well, their games are driving you up the wallAnd their wearing you like a crownBut you’re jar trapped beesAnd it’s plain to seeThat you can’t tell what’s up or down
Chorus
Well, it’s no surpriseIn those steel blue eyesI can still see some flecks of fearBut you’ve grown up fastSo forget the pastAnd just hurry yourself from here
Chorus (2X)