Walking Stick

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
Impocrite walking stick man
Silent grin

And the sunken heel slows me down

Dogs and children lift their legs
To tattoo a teenage mother's breast
Widows of precocious days
Wear slogans resurrected late
Parables for wooden ears
Steer vehicles of wisdom

And the sunken heel that lights my way

These lyrics are taken from the parables for wooden ears CD cover

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