11 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___ veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
s___ h___ders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
l___ful 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
Ill always be a word man
Better then a bird man