Guided By Voices - Kisses To The Crying Cooks lyrics

Onion lady blows her precious prose And so it goes Kisses to the crying cooks Their bigs in books With baited hooks Chorus: and days away from your army And spend with whimsy kings and slaves A girl of god becomes a cash flower A catalog of gardens and graves Travelers diagram For where i am From where i am Director of visional codes and overloads It all explodes Chorus