"Curses, Invocations" by The Doors

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