Walking Stick Lyrics

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 mother's breasts
Widows of precocious days
Wear slogans resurrected lateParables for wooden ears
Steer vehicles of wisdom
All 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