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Doors, The Lyrics for Song: Curses, Invocation
 Lyrics for Album: An American Prayer
 
 
 
 39111>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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 "An American Prayer"
 
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