Curses, invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise.

Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesmen
My militant dandies
All strange order of monsters
Hot on the trail 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 than a bird man.


Lyrics submitted by yuri_sucupira

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    General CommentI hadn't read this one before but the line "We welcome you to our procession" is hilarious.
    alberts179on December 21, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthat is pretty funny
    theRickon January 25, 2005   Link
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    My InterpretationIt's a poem about prostitution. Pure and simple.
    sexdrugsrocknrollon July 05, 2009   Link
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    My OpinionMy favorite line is the last couplet. I use it all the time. IT sums up the whole American Prayer project for me.

    Being a word man is a such a specific thing to desire.

    Being a bird man is not nearly as bad as Jim makes it out to be.
    verge999on October 21, 2012   Link

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