歌手:The Doors
专辑:《An American Prayer》

作词 : Jim Morrison
作曲 : Jim Morrison
Curses, invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and ***** veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
*****t hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials

Tight lipped losers and lustful **** salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders 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 then a bird man