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A Feast Of Friends
Jim Morrison/The Doors
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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 blanket over our sailor
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
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They are waiting to take us into 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 did gives us wings where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's claw
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And lose obedience to vegetable law
I will not go
Preferred to be a feast of friends to the giant family
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