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Powderfinger Parables For Wooden Ears

(Instrumental)

I'll take the lead you follow me Come and relieve the friends that I keep They're sick of me Small minded creed blisters and weeps Swallow the shit that

There's every sign That every mind must bear a little frustration When souls collide We're all bound to meet sometime If you were my only problem Then

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