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
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Walking Stick Lyrics

Powderfinger – Walking Stick Lyrics

Songwriters: JONATHAN R. COGHILL, JOHN A. COLLINS, IAN D. HAUG, DARREN S. MIDDLETON, BERNARD J. FANNING
Walking Stick lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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