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 used
And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave
And the sunken heel kinda slows me down
Dogs and children lift their legs To tattoo a teenage mothers breasts Widows of precocious days Wear slogans resurrected late Parables for wooden ears Steer vehicles of wisdom
All the wisdom
And I won't say a word You've sewn me in my skin Hypocrite walking stick man Silent grave
And the sunken heel kinda lights my way
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