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The Doors

Genres: Rock

A Feast Of Friends Lyrics - The Doors

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. 

 

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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 

 

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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. I prefer a feast of friends to the Giant Family. 

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