I heard he dabbled in the
Witchcraft, I heard occult
Oh, they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous to say
I heard he pulled over, cursed the town
Had the touch, so nothing grew
I heard that too, it's true
That's a lie
I heard he spoke in tongues, not crazy
I heard he was a refugee
I heard he was a monster, a scary ghost
Oh you know there's no such thing
I heard he pulled over, cursed the town
Had the touch, so nothing grew
I heard that too, it's true
That's a lie
We're left with some stories and dirt
But this is the part that will hurt
And nobody learned
And now nothing grows here
Always a shy, unremarkable man
Then one day he'd had it, and threw up his hands
He filled up his lungs, and he pulled in his hair
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
"You'll never know how sorry you'll be"
I heard he dabbled in the
Witchcraft, I heard occult
Oh, they're pretty much the same
I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
That's ridiculous to say
I heard he pulled over, cursed the town
Had the touch, so nothing grew
I heard that too, it's true
That's a lie
We're left with some stories and dirt
But this is the part that will hurt
And nobody learned
Now nothing grows
Always a shy, unremarkable man
Then one day he'd had it, and blew off his head
He filled up his lungs and he pulled in his hair
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
"You'll never know how sorry you'll be"
The looks on their faces
You swear they were dead
It finally sunk in to their bones what he said
?
Your harvest will crumble
Your fields will not follow for years
And nothing will grow
People will speak of it once in a while
As legend would have it you hear it for miles
He was cursed off of his streak and into the air
And sting like the murder of bees
And nothing will grow