Jim Morrison A Feast Of Friends Lyrics

A Feast Of Friends 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 T.V. 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 in 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 ravens 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 obidience to a vegetable law 

  

 I will not go 

 Prefer a feast of friends  

 To the giant family