The Doors Curses, Invocation Lyrics
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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- You Make Me Real Lyrics
- The Soft Parade (Live On PBS Television, New York, 1970) Lyrics
- Blue Sunday (Live At Madison Square Garden, New York, 1970) Lyrics
- End Of The Night Lyrics
- Queen Of The Highway Lyrics
- I Will Never Be Untrue (Live) Lyrics
- Soul Kitchen Lyrics
- Tightrope Ride Lyrics
- The Hitchhiker Lyrics
- The Changeling Lyrics
- Moonlight Drive (Demo Version) Lyrics