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