Curse Lyrics - New Model Army

Another foggy night in hometown 

Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two 

I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days 

When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you 

Sometimes they ask me why I don't sit with you 

I guess they'll never understand 

I don't need to have my heart broken another time 

Or to have to shake your useless wasted hand 

So tell me, what do you dream about? 

And tell me, how do you shut it all out? 

And how do you live with yourself now? 

And I hope that she's really happy now 

Now she's got her cake and she went and ate him too 

Heads down, out on 47 Poison Street 

With all the ghosts just sitting there with you 

Beethoven, he was a deaf man 

And Jesus Christ was a Jew 

But of all those little twists of irony, 

My favourite one is you 

And if our eyes ever have to meet for more than just one second 

Then if you weren't already there, I would tell you to go to hell 

But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you 

It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself 

So tell me, what do you dream about? 

And tell me, how do you shut it all out? 

And how do you live with yourself now? 

What do you dream about? 

And how the hell do you shut it all out? 

And what do you feel about it now?