"Kisses To The Crying Cooks" lyrics

Onion lady blows her precious prose
And so it goes
Kisses to the crying cooks
Their bigs in books
With baited hooks

And days away from your army
And spend with whimsy kings and slaves
A girl of God becomes a cash flower
A catalog of garden and grave

Travelers diagram for where I am
From where I am
Director of visional codes and overloads
It all explodes

And days away from your army
And spend with whimsy kings and slaves
A girl of God becomes a cash flower
A catalog of garden and grave