My brother Esau killed the hunter, back in 1969,
Before the killing was done his inheritance was mine
When at first my brother walked away,
Before a weary band,
Esau gave his sleeplessness for a piece of moral land

Our father favored Esau, he was eager to obey,
All the wild commandments, the old man shot his way
But all this ended when, my brother failed at war,
He staggered home and found me in the door

Esau he's on rollerskates today,
And he make a statement to someone in LA
Sometimes at night I dream, he's still that hairy man,
Shadow boxing the apocalypse, wandering the land

Esau holds the blessing, brother Esau holds the curse,
I was thinking that the blame was mine,
But suspected something worse
The more my brother looks like me, the more I understand,
The silent war it bloodied both our hands
None of us can win
Outside that dream, still that hairy man
Well sometimes at night I think I understand
Shadowboxing the apocalypse, wandering the land