The Doors

Letra de Curses invocations

Letras de The Doors

"Curses invocations"

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.