Onion lady blows her precious proseAnd so it goesKisses to the crying cooksTheir bigs in booksWith baited hooksChorus: and days away from your armyAnd spend with whimsy kings and slavesA girl of God becomes a cash flowerA catalog of gardens and gravesTravelers diagramFor where I amFrom where I amDirector of visional codes and overloadsIt all explodesChorus [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/guided_by_voices/kisses_to_the_crying_cooks.html ]
