Curses, Invocations Songtext

Doors, The

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Curses, Invocations Songtext
Curses, invocations

Weird bate-headed mongrels

I keep expecting one of you to rise.



Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans

Quaint cabbage saints

Shit hoarders and individualists

Drag strip officials

Tight lipped losers and

Lustful fuck salesmen

My militant dandies

All strange order of monsters

Hot on the trail 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 than a bird man.
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