I heard he dabbled into witchcraftnI heard occultnOh, they're pretty much the samennI guess he was adoptednor raised by wolvesnThat's ridiculous to saynnI heard he boiled overncursed the townnhad the touch nso nothing grewnnI heard that too nIt's truenn(That's a lie!)nnI heard he spoke in tonguesnYou're crazynI heard he was a refugeennI heard he was a monsterna scary ghostnOh you know there's no such thingnnI heard he boiled overncursed the townnhad the touch nso nothing grewnnI heard that too nIt's truenn(That's a lie!)nnWe're left with some stories inertnBut this is the part that will hurtnnAnd nobody learnednAnd now nothing grows herennAlways a sign of remarkable mannThen one day he'd had itnAnd threw up his handsnnHe filled up his lungsnAnd he pulled out his hairnAnd he curled up his lips nAnd he bellowed:nYou'll never know!nHow sorry you'll be!nnI heard he dabbled into witchcraftnI heard occultnOh, they're pretty much the samennI guess he was adoptednor raised by wolvesnThat's ridiculous to saynnI heard he boiled overncursed the townnhad the touch nso nothing grewnnI heard that too nIt's truenn(That's a lie!)nnWe're left with some stories inertnBut this is the part that will hurtnnNobody learnsnNow nothing growsnnAlways a sign of remarkable mannThen one day he'd had itnAnd threw up his handsnnHe filled up his lungsnAnd he pulled out his hairnAnd he curled up his lips nAnd he bellowed:nYou'll never know!nHow sorry you'll be!nnThe looks on their facesnYou'd swear they were deadnIt finally sunk into their bones nwhat he said:nnThe seed will be bitter!nThe harvest will crumble!nYour fields will lay fallow for yearsnand nothing will grow!nnPeople will speak of himnonce in a whilenAs legend would have itnYou'll hear it for milesnnHe'll curse up a blue streaknAdd lead to the earthnAnd stink like all manner of thingsnnAnd nothing will grow.