[00:15.48]I heard he dabbled into
[00:16.83]witchcraft, I heard occult
[00:18.84]Oh, they're pretty much the same
[00:22.53]I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
[00:25.41]That's ridiculous to say
[00:29.34]I heard he boiled over, cursed the town
[00:31.41]Had the touch, so nothing grew
[00:33.00]I heard that too, it's true
[00:53.76]That's a lie
[01:13.17]I heard he spoke in tongues, gone crazy
[01:16.47]I heard he was a refugee
[01:20.22]I heard he was a monster, a scary ghost
[01:23.19]Oh you know there's no such thing
[01:27.03]I heard he boiled over, cursed the town
[01:29.10]Had the touch, so nothing grew
[01:30.72]I heard that too, it's true
[01:44.94]That's a lie
[02:00.45]We're left with some stories inert
[02:07.32]But this is the part that will hurt
[02:14.97]And nobody learned
[02:15.57]And now nothing grows here
[02:27.45]Always a shy, unremarkable man
[02:28.92]Then one day he'd had it, and threw up his hands
[02:30.78]He filled up his lungs, and he pulled at his hair
[02:32.22]And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
[02:33.93]"You'll never know how sorry you'll be"
[03:02.61]I heard he dabbled into
[03:03.93]witchcraft, I heard occult
[03:05.46]Oh, they're pretty much the same
[03:09.54]I guess he was adopted, or raised by wolves
[03:12.63]That's ridiculous to say
[03:16.32]I heard he boiled over, cursed the town
[03:18.33]Had the touch, so nothing grew
[03:20.64]I heard that too, it's true
[03:33.93]That's a lie
[03:49.26]We're left with some stories inert
[03:57.39]But this is the part that will hurt
[04:07.59]And nobody learned
[04:15.63]And now nothing grows
[04:16.05]Always a shy, unremarkable man
[04:17.76]Then one day he'd had it, and threw up his hands
[04:20.49]He filled up his lungs and he pulled in his hair
[04:23.79]And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
[04:25.68]"You'll never know how sorry you'll be"
[04:37.11]The looks on their faces
[04:37.92]You'd swear they were dead
[04:39.51]It finally sunk in to their bones what he said
[04:44.70]Thes seeds will be bitter, the harvest will crumble
[04:45.81]Your fields will lay fallow for years
[04:48.21]And nothing will grow
[04:48.78]People will speak of him once in a while
[04:59.16]as legend would have it you'll hear it for miles
[05:03.93]he'll curse up a blue streak add lead to the air
[05:09.75]and stink like all matter of things
[05:10.53]And nothing will grow

I heard he dabbled into
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 boiled 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, gone 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 boiled 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 inert
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 at his hair
And he curled up his lips and he bellowed
"You'll never know how sorry you'll be"
I heard he dabbled into
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 boiled 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 inert
But this is the part that will hurt
And nobody learned
And now nothing grows
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"
The looks on their faces
You'd swear they were dead
It finally sunk in to their bones what he said
Thes seeds will be bitter, the harvest will crumble
Your fields will lay fallow for years
And nothing will grow
People will speak of him once in a while
as legend would have it you'll hear it for miles
he'll curse up a blue streak add lead to the air
and stink like all matter of things
And nothing will grow