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powderfinger - walking stick lyrics

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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 br–sts
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

- powderfinger lyrics

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