Jim Morrison & The Doors - Curses, Invocations lyrics

Curses, Invocations Weird bate-headed mongrels I keep expecting one of you to rise Large buxom obese queen Garden hogs and c*nt veterans Quaint cabbage saints sh** hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful f** 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