Letra de Walking Stick
Spoon fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he usedAnd I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent graveAnd the sunken heel kinda slows me downDogs and children lift their legs To tattoo a teenage mothers breasts Widows of precocious days Wear slogans resurrected lateParables for wooden ears Steer vehicles of wisdomAll the wisdomAnd I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent graveAnd the sunken heel kinda lights my wayAnd I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave