seven broth ers sat by the road
And everyone was dressed in black
They smiled at everyone who passed
They smiled at them, but none smiled back
A stranger passed along the road
Says that first brother, he'll be mine soon
I'll clot the blood within
And his heart will burst like a
Another stranger passed them by
Says that second brother,
And he'll pray to the God he's
Nothing strange a person by
A job's in hand, with corruption
I'll fill his lungs and he'll drown
Another stranger passes him by,
says the fourth brother, the seed is sown
I'll darken his mind with helplessness,
and the hand and the gun will be his own
Another stranger passed them by
Says the fifth brother, his race is wrong
I'll send his car to the edge of the cliff
Another stranger pass them by,
says the sixth brother, he'll try to hide
His teal up crack in pain endure,
but still the plague will get inside
Another stranger pass them by,
says the seventh brother,
Peacefully, in his old age,
his breath will fal ter in his sleep.
There were seven brothers out by the road,
watching the human promenade.
Filling their appointment books,
working at their father's tread
There were seven brothers up on the road,
and none could look them in the eye
A scent of shiver through the bones
of every soul who passed them by