Walking Stick Lyrics - Parables For Wooden Ears - Powderfinger

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 mother's 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