Curses Invocations Lyrics

Curses Invocations lyrics

Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you
to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint
cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip
officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesman
My militant
dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the
woodvine
We welcome you to our procession

Here come the
Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at
them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words
dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they
will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a
bird man