Curses Invocations Lyrics by Doors, The

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

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