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Viewing Lyrics for A Feast Of Friends:
| | | Artist: | Doors, The |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | A Feast Of Friends | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | wow, i'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The
servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our
sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, i want roses
in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers
in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.
They are
waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly
guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws
No more money, no more fancy
dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family. | | | |
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