Tytuł: Walking stick

• Wykonawca: Powderfinger
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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
   Hypocrite walking stick man
   Silent grave
  
   And the sunken heel kinda slows me down
  
   Dogs and children lift their legs
   To tattoo a teenage mothers breasts
   Widows of precocious days
   Wear slogans resurrected late
   Parables for wooden ears
   Steer vehicles of wisdom
  
   All the wisdom
  
   And I won't say a word
   You've sewn me in my skin
   Hypocrite walking stick man
   Silent grave
  
   And the sunken heel kinda lights my way
  
   And I won't say a word
   You've sewn me in my skin
   Hypocrite walking stick man
   Silent grave